Page 53 of Perfect Guy

I really wanted to fuck her, but in a way, this is better. Nothing will beat the feel of my dick inside of her, sharing that with her, but the fact that she trusts me enough to ask for what she wants is amazing. It makes me feel like a goddamn king.

“Let’s clean up and order a pizza,” I reach for her hand.

“But…” Her brows pull together.

Smiling, I lean over and kiss her. “We have time for everything later. I’m in no rush to experience everything that comes with a relationship. If it’s not tonight, it’ll be another day. And before you argue or apologize, I’m happy with what we just did. Feeling you control me like that, taking over our pleasure for us both, was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Really?” She leans up on her arms.

“So fucking hot, babe. I’m going to keep that memory forever.”

“Forever?” she whispers.

“Yeah,” I give her a confident nod. “It’s even making me hard again.” I point to my dick.

“You know what we can do for that?” She smiles and turns to her side, her leg draping over mine. She grips my dick, languidly moving her hand along it.

“I think you have a thing for my little guy,” I joke.

“Little?” She sputters a laugh. “Nothing is little about this guy.” She gives me a squeeze.

“You stroke my ego.”

“Trust me…you’re well-packaged. Perfect. Hard, thick, long. The thought…” she moans. My eyes move to her chest, and I notice her nipples are pert again.

“Fuck, Madelyn. You can’t get enough, huh?” My hands move to her tits.

“Not with you. I can’t. It’s always there, the desire waiting to be awoken. I don’t know why.” Her words are breathy as I touch her.

“I don’t care why.” I kiss her hard, reaching over to my nightstand. I guess we’re not waiting.

I sheath myself with her help and position over her.

“You can’t get enough either,” she teases.

“Never.” I shake my head, kissing her and thrusting into her. We both moan.

I tangle my fingers with hers and hold them over her head, fucking her in long and fast strokes. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and it’s a sight I’ll never be able to erase. I swear we were made for each other.

This moment is culminating in our relationship. She isn’t some hookup. I need to be sure she knows exactly what role she has in my life from now on because I don’t want to let her go.