Chapter Twenty - I have never felt anything like it.

McKenna

My body feels like it is on fire. I am so turned on and have never needed something as badly as I need Paxton to fuck me. I am nervous, too, though. He rests back on his knees to slip the condom on. I take a few deep breaths, preparing myself. Not only because it’s Paxton but also because of his size. It will take a little adjusting.

Paxton runs his hands up my bare thighs, “Relax, beautiful.” He says, smiling down at me.

“I am, but please, ease that damn thing into me.” I snicker.

He chuckles, “I will go easy on you…to start.” He smirks.

I groan, between my thighs throbbing once again. He takes his place over me again and reaches for my lips. Paxton kisses me roughly, and I snake my legs around him. I don’t know how I am going to be quiet, but I don’t have a choice.

He teases my entrance with the tip.

“Paxton, don’t tease me,” I whine.

He smirks and inches the tip into me, and it is enough to make me gasp.

“Mmm, baby, I have barely even started.” He groans.

I couldn’t help it. It has been a while, and I never thought this would happen.

“I have changed my mind. Fill me up already.” I whimper, rocking my hips against him.

“Are you sure?” he asks, and I nod.

He captures my lips in his in a heated kiss, thrusting all the way in. I cry out against his lips and arch my back. His length hitting depths I didn’t know existed until now. Paxton growls loudly as I wrap around him. He stills inside, letting me adjust to his size.

He pulls back from the kiss, “Damn, dimples, your pussy feels good and tight.”

“And you fill me up in ways I didn’t think were possible.” I breathe out.
“Then you have been missing out.” He smirks.

Paxton finally moves his hips again, pressing deeper. My entire body shudder, and I moan loudly. He places his hand over my mouth, “Shh, angel.”

I nod and bury my face in his shoulder, biting down on it. He hisses when my teeth sink into him. I quickly pull away, “Sorry.”

He looks down at me, confused, “For what? I like it.”

I giggle, “Oh, okay. Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Oh, you have no idea, sweetness, the type of things I am into. I will show you in time.” He smirks and drags his cock out of me.

I knew what was coming. I sink my teeth back into his shoulder as he plunges back with a little more force this time. I cry out against his shoulder, and my nails dig into his back.

I entangle my fingers into his hair as he works his cock in and out of me. A perfect rhythm of speed and depth. It is driving me crazy. My head tilts, and my back arches as I whimper louder. I can’t stay quiet; it is too hard.

Paxton pulls out of me. I expect him to press back in, but he doesn’t.

“What the hell?” I groan in frustration.

“I need you to turn onto your stomach.”

I swallow hard, “What?”

“Stomach, now. The pillow will help muffle your sounds.” He breathes out.

I nod eagerly, doing as I am told. I turn onto my stomach, my face in the pillow.

He comes up behind me and pulls my ass in the air, spreading my legs with his knee, “Good girl.” He rasps.

I groan, and a shiver runs down my spine. He holds my hips, and without any warning, he rails into my pussy from behind. I squeal against the pillow, thankful there was something blocking my sound.

“Fuck, Kenna, you feel so fucking good.” He growls and spanks my ass.

I gasp and fist the bedding. He uses his hold on my hips to pull them back against him as he comes forward, every thrust better than the previous. His warm lips kiss over my back.

“So good.” I pant, feeling the pleasure in every nerve of my body.

I had no idea sex could be this damn good and hot! Paxton drills into me with speed and gets rougher. The sound of his grunting and cursing behind me is one of the sexiest things I have ever heard.

I can feel my climax already building up. I have never come this quickly before. My pussy clenches around him, and he growls loudly.

“Close already, gorgeous?” he pants.

“Yes.”

He slaps my ass again, “Then come for me.” He commands.

The authority in his tone makes me tighten around him again. My legs shake, and it takes only moments before my orgasm rips through me so intensely it makes my head spin and my toes curl. I thought these kinds of orgasms were a myth.

“Oh God, yes, Paxton,” I scream into the pillow and spill around him.

“Fuck, Christ, yes, give it to me.” He moans, continuing to press into me as I continue to pour for him.

I have never experienced something so intense in my entire life. I lose all control of my body. I am shaking, and heat is running over my skin.

“Paxton, I need you to come for me.” I stammer out.

“Hold on for me, sweetness. I am close.” He breathes out.

His fingertips dig hard into my hips as he aims for his end. His cock pulses in my pussy, and his breathing before heavier, his moves sloppier. He manages only manages a couple of more strokes before he grunts out my name, followed by some cursing, and soon he erupts into the condom, falling flat against me once he is done.

The only sound filling the room is our heavy breathing. Our bodies stick together with the heat radiating between us. Paxton kisses over my shoulder before he pulls out and falls next to me.

“Damn, dimples, that was incredible.” He says, looking over at me and smiling.

I roll onto my side, “Yes, it was. I didn’t know sex could be so good.” I say honestly.

He reaches over, pecking my lips, “Stick with me, sweetness. You will never be disappointed.”

He says it with such confidence, but he has the right to. The man knows what he is doing.

“Mmm, promise?” I ask.

He chuckles, “Didn’t I just prove my point only moments ago?”

I snicker, “Yes, you did.”

“Next time, let’s make sure you don’t need to be quiet.”

“I would like that very much,” I reply.

He winks at me and leans over for another kiss, “Then again, maybe we can get a second round in tonight?”

“I am sure I can manage that.” I purr and scoot closer to him.

He pulls me tightly to him, “Good.”

One more round sounds like a great idea. I want to be on top, but if that works or not, I don’t know because it will be harder for me to be quiet. I am excited when we don’t need to worry about getting caught and can relax more, let loose, and make as much noise as we want.