My world shatters around me, my core contracting in the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
I cling to Gerald, my nails digging into his broad shoulders as waves of pleasure wash over me.
As I come down from my high, I rest my head on his shoulder, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
"Thank you, Gerald. That was—"
Before I can finish my sentence, his lips are on mine again, silencing me.
His tongue invades my mouth, flavored with lust and desire, and I moan, collapsing into his embrace.
Gerald's hands roam my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, until he reaches between my legs once more.
This time, he rips away my drenched panties.
My head spins with need as he buries two fingers inside me, working them with expert precision.
"Gerald," I whimper, arching my hips into his touch. Screw everything—my doubts, my hesitations—this feels too good.
His lips trail down my neck, my nipples hardening in their wake.
He reaches my core, lapping at me like a starving man.
My knees buckle, but Gerald holds me up with ease.
His tongue flicks my clit, making my toes curl.
"God, Gerald, don't stop," I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut.
He chuckles darkly, only spurring me on more.
I grab handfuls of his silk sheets as he continues to feast on me, and I spasm around his fingers and tongue.
He knows my body too well, better than any man other than him has a right to.
"Come for me, Alina," he growls, his voice dripping with dominance.
And come I do, my orgasm exploding through my body like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
My nails dig into the sheets, my entire body shaking as a surge of pleasure sweeps over me.
"Gerald," I pant, collapsing onto the bed.
"I'm not done with you yet, my dear," he purrs, flipping me over onto all fours.
I hear a cap being popped open, and then feel the cool sensation as Gerald applies lube to my back entrance.
Before I can protest, he begins to work his thick cock into my ass.
I cry out as he slides all the way into me, stretching me in a way I've never been before.
"Gerald!" I scream, caught off-guard by the unexpected intrusion.
"Relax, baby," he soothes, thrusting in and out, his grip on my hips tightening. "You've always been made for this."
Despite my shock, I find myself giving in to the sensations. The fullness, combined with his fingers still teasing my clit, is overwhelming. My second orgasm is building now, larger than the first, a tsunami of pleasure ready to wipe me away.
"Gerald, I can't take any more!"