Текст книги "More Than Her"

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He brought our hands to his mouth, kissed the inside of my wrist, and then rested them on his lap. His shoulders lifted. "You're my person, Amanda. It's what we do, right?"

TWENTY EIGHT

Logan

It's official.

She has my balls and she's not giving them back. Ever.

It'd been a week since Amanda and I became a thing, but we've both been so busy with practice and classes and work and study that we barely had time to see each other. I was so busy doing double practice sessions because of the upcoming game, that I didn't even have time to drive her to work. I picked her up every night, but by the time we got home, we were both too tired to talk about our days, let alone fool around. I cop a tit touch every now and then, but that was as far as it went.

She asked the night we got back if I wanted to talk more about what happened when I was a kid. I said no. I also told her that no one else knew about it. Not even the adoption side. No one but Jake and Micky. It wasn't that I didn't trust anyone; I just didn't want people's pity. I especially didn't want hers. So she left it alone and hasn't asked since.

I was sitting in my bed, books all over the place, when I heard the front door slam shut, "Babe?" she yelled.

"Bed."

She came into the room, dropped her backpack to the floor and fell forward onto the bed with her head on my lap. "I'm so deliriously tired," she muffled into my leg.

I tried to contain my laugh. "Have a nap."

Her head lifted to face me so she could show me the most exaggerated eye roll ever. "If I had time to nap I wouldn't have this issue, Asshat."

"Sorry," I grimaced. "You're in a good mood."

She grunted. "I have to be at work in an hour." Her head fell back on my lap.

"Can someone cover your shift?"

"No!" she snapped.

Clearly I was an idiot for even asking.

She lifted her head again, staring at my lap for a few seconds. Then she raised her hands lazily and started to undo the drawstring of my pants. "Let's have sex," she announced through a yawn.

What? "What?" I tried to jerk my hips back but there was nowhere to go.

"I don't know," she rushed out, starting to put her hand down my pants.

I grabbed it, "What the hell are you doing?" I laughed out.

She let out a frustrated moan. "I don't know. I don't know what's happening right now. I'm so tired. Is this real life?" She pouted. She looked so damn cute. "Logan?" she sighed, flipping over and looking up at me.

I stroked her hair, trying to relax her. "Yeah?"

"Please don't be mad but I have to work during your game tomorrow. Everyone else already had tickets and I couldn't get out of it. I'm sorry. Don't hate me." Her eyes began to drift shut.

"That sucks."

"Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"Why haven't we had sex yet?"

"Because it's not just sex with you. It never will be."

TWENTY NINE

Amanda

Game days were always so busy at the bar. But today was hectic because it was the first game of the season. I tried to watch as much as I could on the big screen but I was completely distracted and useless at my job.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen, Jake was pitching, and Logan was catching. It was the top of the ninth; the opposition had two outs, two strikes. This pitch could make or break their perfect game. The buzz so far was that it was the Andrews/Matthews dynamic. Personally, I just thought my boy was that fucking amazing.

I didn't see it but I heard it. Loud cheers on the screen as well as in the bar broke the intensity. Everyone was on their feet, celebrating. I walked through the patrons so I could see the TV. The camera was on Jake and Logan, talking shit as they walked to the dugout. Both carried huge grins. Logan had his mask off, his dimples on full show. My heart swelled– if anyone deserved to have a moment like this—it was him.

I got lifted off the floor by someone's arms around me. At first I panicked, but when I realized it was just Shane, Ethan's friend, I celebrated with him. "I'll see you at your house!" he yelled.

"What?"

He threw his head back in laughter. "Ethan called!" He had to scream over the celebrations around us. "Party at your house!"

Normally, I'd be pissed. But right now, I just didn't care.

The game got closed out and the bar emptied out pretty soon after. Because we were so close to campus, most of the patrons were students, which meant I'd probably see them at my house.

***

Two hours later I finally pulled into the driveway. Ethan let me borrow his car because he knew he'd be drinking. There were people all over the house, and the music was blaring.

I saw a bunch of girls and guys on the front lawn. I recognized the guys from the team. Was everyone here? All of a sudden I was nervous. It was different when it was just me and Logan and our close friends, but I don't know what it'd be like in front of everyone. I know I shouldn't be, and a part of me hates that I was, but I couldn’t help being insecure when it came to him. I was confident with how he felt about me. It was just how other people felt about us. I shouldn't give a shit. But I did.

I made my way into the house and walked to the kitchen. And he was there, leaning against the counter, beer in his hand, his arms crossed over his chest. He had two girls in front of him. They held hands, clearly trying to flirt. Probably trying for a threesome. He shook his head, clearly uninterested in whatever they were offering.

He must've sensed me in the room, because his eyes moved around, until finally, they locked on mine.

I stood there and waited. Anticipating his next move.

Slowly, he began to smile, it got wider and wider until his dimples got as deep possible. He wordlessly kicked off the counter, walked between the two girls, until he stood in front me. So close our chests touched. Then we just stared at each other, wearing the same stupid goofy grins. Without a word, he took my hand and led me to his room, closing the door behind him.

"I wish I was there," I said, the same time he said, "I wish you were there."

Then we laughed at each other.

I sat on the bed.

He paced the floor. It was obvious the adrenaline from the game was still flowing through him.

"Oh God," he started, his fingers linked behind his head, "I couldn’t even explain what it was like."

"Try!" I told him. I needed to know. I wanted to share the excitement with him.

He faced me, his smile huge. He shook his head, like he couldn’t believe it. "It was just—I don't know. Being out there—and the crowd cheering—it was so loud!" He started to get animated. His words coming out in a rushed. "It was unbelievable. I mean—I've played before, but it was never about me. And this time, it kind of was, you know? And the crowd was wild. Like, crazy wild. And I got to share that with my best friend. How fucking good is that?! You know, not many people could say they experienced something like that. I mean Jake—he's probably used to it. But for me, it was kind of a big deal—being out there. I just—" he stopped abruptly, then stepped up to me. He looked in my eyes. "Why are you crying?"

I wiped my face, surprised. I didn't even know I was. "I'm sorry," I sniffed, wiping them with the back of my hand. "It's just—" I level my breathing. "After everything that's happened to you, and you just—it's like you don't even let it get to you. And you—you deserve to have this moment, Logan. You deserve all the amazing moments in the world. I just—I'm so happy for you and I'm being a sucky person because this should be about you and I can't stop crying," I was doing that half laugh, half cry thing. "I just—I want you to be happy."

He laughed a little, taking a seat next to me. "I am happy," he said, pulling my head to his chest. He took my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. "And you're not a sucky person. And even if you are—you're my sucky person."

Logan

We ran out of alcohol an hour ago. It was around the same time most people bailed. Funny how that happens. Now it was just us and our friends in the back yard. We were all a little buzzed. It was good times.

Amanda changed out of her uniform and into a dress. I don't know shit about girl’s clothes but I know they made her tits look huge. I'd been staring at them all night. She had nice tits. I should probably tell her that more often. She knew how I felt about her ass. I wonder if her body parts get envious of each other. Maybe I should tell her I loved her entire body. Maybe I should tell her I love—wait. No.

"Oh, okay," Micky said, pulling me from thoughts. "Maybe I should remind you that I answered a call on your phone from Marissa just last week."

Lucy gasped.

The guys stayed silent. We know when to keep our mouths shut.

Amanda obviously didn't, "Who's Marissa?" she said from next to me. I shook my head at her. She shrugged.

"Jakes super model ex-girlfriend," Micky answered.

"She's not my ex-girlfriend."

"Whatever," Micky huffed.

"Dude," Jake said to me. "Tell her."

I took in a deep breath. "She's not." I said to Micky. "They never dated. She wanted to. She invited herself as his date for prom. I think they fooled around a couple of times." Micky's face contorted to a look of disgust. "Not sex." I clarified.

"Oh, well that helps." She rolled her eyes.

Then Dylan spoke up, "Who gives a shit. You guys are all good now. That's all that matters, right?" There's a hint of anger in his tone, but no one digs further.

It was quiet for a moment. No one wanting to speak. Dylan had that kind of presence. Amanda nudged my side, a questioning look on her face. I guess she hadn't seen this side of Dylan before.

I just smiled at her, my arm going around her shoulder, I leaned in to tell her something but my cap hit her head, she laughed. Faced me, turned it backwards, then resumed her position. "Are you buzzed?" she asked.

Yes. "I think maybe a little. But fuck, I missed you," I whispered into her ear.

The others had started talking again, ignoring us.

She bit her lip, turning her head and facing me. I saw her slowly leaning in. My heart started to pound faster. I licked my lips and waited.

But then the back door opened and I heard Heidi. "Hey guys," she greeted, causing Amanda to pull away. I threw my head back, frustrated. And then caught Lucy smirking. She tipped her beer towards me. I did the same.

"Nice of you to fucking join us," Dylan spat.

Heidi took a step forward, getting closer to him. "I told you had sorority stuff to take care of." She sounded pissed. Amanda leaned closer into me. I rubbed her arm up and down.

Everyone watched Dylan and Heidi.

"Sure. Sorority stuff." He rolled his eyes, mocking her tone. "You mean stuff with that asshole, Jonah"

"Not now, D." She was getting more and more annoyed.

"Not now, she says." He faced everyone, then looked up at her. "Then when? When do you think you might be able to schedule your fucking boyfriend into your life, huh?"

He was on his feet, in her face. We never saw Dylan and Heidi argue, so the fact that this was happening right now had us all a little on edge.

"Oh wait..." Dylan continued. And I don't know much about girls, but I was pretty sure this would be about the time he shut the fuck up. Whatever it was that was going on between them must have been boiling for a while. Dylan never talked shit to Heidi. Ever. "Maybe I should ask Jonah when he's free, maybe clear it with him."

"You’re an asshole!" She yelled, wiping tears.

"Dude," Jake tried to calm the situation.

"Shut up, Jake," Dylan warned. He must be wasted.

Then the Pre-Heidi Dylan came out. "I'm getting sick of your shit, Heidi. You wanna be with him. Do it. Leave. But you have to do it. You have to be the one to break up with me."

What the fuck was happening?

He went on. "You don't think girls are up in my shit every day. You don't see it do you? You know why? Because I make it fucking clear that I'm not interested in anyone but you. So how do I get treated? Like shit. You ignore me for days, and spend all your time with that asshole!"

"Fuck you, Dylan!" She turned and walked away.

"Fuck," Dylan breathed out. Then he chased after her before any of us could get a word in.

It was dead silent.

No one wanted to speak.

Then a slapping sound was heard.

I heard Cam yelp, and his chair being pushed back. He was on his feet rubbing his head, facing Lucy. "What the fuck, Luce?"

"Why the fuck don't you ever go all jealous-and-hot-alpha on me?"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"Fuck you Cameron. I want that same fucking treatment. I'm gonna start chatting up assholes on a daily." I looked at the ground next to her chair; there were five empty beers.

Then Jake laughed.

Everyone faced him.

"Shit, dude, does she know about Mike?"

I laughed too, remembering Mike.

"What?" She turned to Jake, and then to me. "What were you talking about?"

"Shut up." Cam instructed, directed at me.

I laughed harder. And just to be an asshole, I don't listen to Cam, instead I tell Lucy the story. About how I overheard this kid, Mike, that went to our high school, talking about Lucy in the locker rooms. He was her partner in some class and he bragged about how he could see her tits whenever she bent over. She gasped at this point, but I kept going. I told her how I mentioned it to Cam, and the next day Mike came to school with a black eye. He wouldn't tell anybody how he got it. Cam looked at me with 'shut the fuck up' clear on his face, but I didn't care.

Lucy was staring at Cam in shock. Her face flushed from the alcohol.

Then Amanda gasped from next to me. "Oh my God," she started. "Remember that guy—your partner from journalism class? The one that asked you out last semester? Cam was behind you...and he didn't know..." she trailed off.

"Oh God," Lucy whispered.

Amanda giggled. "That was the last time you saw him in class, remember? He dropped the class."

Cam looked at the ground, shaking his head.

She continued, leaning closer to me again, "And every time you see him, he bee lines the opposite direction!" She was all out laughing. So was Micky.

"Is it true?" Lucy asked Cam softly, standing up from her chair.

"Whatever," Cam ground out. "I'm pissed at you, Luce. Don't treat me like that."

"Holy shit, Cameron," she said seductively. We all watched, trying to hold in our laughs.

"Dammit, Lucy. I mean it." He said, squaring his shoulders and facing her.

She bit her lip and looked him up and down. Amanda held onto my arm, her face pressed against it to block her giggles.

Lucy eye's zoned in on Cam's junk.

He covered his dick with both his hands. "I mean it, Lucy."

He took a step back.

She took a step forward.

"Quit objectifying me!" he yelled. "I have feelings, you know!"

She took a few more steps forward until she was in front of him. She placed her hand over his; still covering his parts, and raised her eyebrows.

"No," he warned.

She pouted.

"No," he said again.

She licked her lips.

"Oh, fuck it!" he grunted, before lifting her over his shoulders. He bumped fists with me on the way out.

"I want you to fuck me rough tonight," we heard her say.

The second we heard it the door shut, we all let go of our laughs.

A minute later Ethan came home with James in tow. Jake stood up, "We're out." Micky just shook her head, following behind him.

"Have a good night." She smiled at us.

***

We were both a little wasted by the time we got into bed. She stripped of her dress and was sleeping in her bra and panties and that’s all. I was doing everything I could to not touch her inappropriately.

"So are you likely to get more game time now?" she asked, settling under the covers.

"No. I'm done. I'm telling them tomorrow. I quit."

She gasped. "Really?"

"Uh-huh. What a way to leave the game, huh?"

She just smiled. "It sucks that I wasn't at the game today, but I'm glad I still got to share some of this moment with you."

I brought her into my arms. "I'm glad I'll get to share all my moments with you."

THIRTY

Amanda

He wasn’t in bed when I woke up the next morning, but there was a text from him. He was in a team meeting and would be home soon. I jumped in his shower, but forgot my clothes so I put on his jersey that was lying in his hamper. When I opened the bathroom door, he was there, sitting on the edge of his bed with his back to me.

His jersey barely contained my ass, and even though he'd seen me like this before, the fact that I was completely naked underneath had my skin feeling hot. I knew I was blushing. I cleared my throat. He looked up surprised.

"Hey," he said. "You just getting up?"

I nodded, nervously pulling the hem down further.

His eyes narrowed in confusion, then went from me to the bathroom door and back to me again.

I stood in front him.

He was looking down, I assumed at my legs. I've seen him do that a lot. He wet his lips and sat up a little straighter. His hands twitched at his sides. He hadn't said a word. "Logan?" I tried to get his attention.

Slowly, his gaze travelled from my legs, up my body, and rested on my face. His eyes were hooded, burning with lust. He bit his lip as he moved forward; his hands reached and cupped the back of my thighs, bringing me closer to him. His touch was soft and demanding, all at the same time.

He blew out a heavy breath before dropping his head forward and letting it rest on my stomach.

And I let him.

For a few moments, I let him stay there. Not moving. Not saying a thing.

Then slowly, and so fucking lightly, his hands moved.

Higher.

And higher.

And I knew that I wanted him there.

I wanted him to touch me.

My legs rubbed together. A moan escaped before I could control myself. Because I couldn't. I couldn't fucking control myself around him.

He cleared his throat.

My eyes darted to see him looking up, watching my face.

My hands clenched at my sides, my eyes fluttered shut. I needed him to touch me.

One hand cupped my bare ass. He didn't grab, he didn't squeeze, he just held it there. He finally lifted his head to meet my eyes. There was a question on his face, but he didn't need to ask. Not anymore. I was his. My fingers started undoing his jersey. I started from the top, slowly parting the material. His eyes followed my fingers, waiting. When I undid the last button, his free hand splayed flat on my stomach. He started moving the material aside. His mouth came to my belly button, as his tongue tasted my skin. My muscles tensed at the sensation. When he pulled away, he looked up at me. His eyes were dark and penetrating. "Fuck," he breathed out, before pushing his jersey off my shoulders. It easily fell off my arms and onto the floor. Then I stood there, naked in front of him, for the first time. He stayed silent. His eyes raked all over my body for so long I started to feel self-conscious. My arm shifted to cover myself but before I could, both of his hands were on my ass, pulling me closer to him. I stepped forward the same time his mouth covered my nipple. At first he was slow, and gentle, but it didn't last long before the gentle kisses turned to sucks and my knees began to weaken. His mouth was warm on my skin. He kept moving from one, to the other, making sure they got the same treatment. My hands moved to his hair, gripping tight, trying to hold on. Then he slowed down, his mouth pulling back slightly so that his tongue could make slow circles around my nipples. It drove me crazy. I needed more. But he wouldn't give it to me. He just kept going, from one, to the other. I was panting. "Logan," I pleaded.

"Shh," is all he said.

He pulled away; all the way away, and then blew a heated breath on each wet nipple. My knees buckled but he held me up with his arm around my waist.

Then his mouth was on me again.

Kissing. Licking. Sucking.

I needed more.

My legs squeezed together, trying to ease the tension that was building. Then I felt his hand in between them, trying to part them. And then his finger—oh my God—His finger gently separate my folds. He started at the top of my slit, and moved down, then back up again. He repeated the motion over and over, but never enough to push me over the edge. I started squirming but he just held me tighter.

"Logan, please," I begged. My eyes were shut tight. I'd lose my fucking mind if I saw him. I tried to move my pelvis down so I could take more of him, but he wouldn't fucking let me. Just when I was about to yell at him to do something, anything, his finger was inside me.

I let out a gasp. "Oh fuuuuck."

He pulled out his finger and replaced it with two.

And then he started the in and out motion, so slow, so gentle. My juices poured onto his fingers.

He used his thumb to rub slow circles on my clit and I lost all control. His tongue on my nipple copied the same lazy circles. I started thrusting my hips, fucking his fingers. "Fuck, Logan," I managed to get out.

"I got you, baby."

I could feel it building, my toes curled, my fingers tightened around his hair, he never stopped fucking moving. His fingers, his tongue, he's everywhere, all at once. "Holy..fucking..uh.."

"Mmmm," his deep throaty rumble made me open my eyes. I looked down to his face, his mouth still attached to my nipple. His eyes were filled with lust. His gaze was trained on my face, watching me enjoy the way he made me feel. My breathing was short, heavy. My hips kept thrusting onto his fingers. Our eyes locked, watching each other.

And then he smirked.

With a mouth full of boob, he fucking smirked, his dimples deepening.

Then winked at me.

Fucking winked.

And then his fingers curled inside me, his thumb rubbed harder and his mouth covered my entire nipple and sucked. Hard.

And I lost it. My walls tightened around his fingers. My legs gave out. My head threw back; I bit my lip to stop from screaming. He held me up, the entire time never stopping, never changing his rhythm.

When my breathing had settled and I could stand on my own, I peeled my eyes open, and he was watching me, biting his lip. He slowly removed his fingers from inside me, kissing my stomach a few times before pulling away completely.

"Hey," he greeted, "welcome back."

Logan

She didn't respond. Just straddled my lap. There was fire in her eyes. They roamed all over my face. "I need you inside me now," she informed.

I grunted.

She ripped my shirt off.

I grabbed her ass, bringing her closer. And then I took her mouth with mine.

Her nails dragged along my chest, lower and lower, they paused on my abs, fingering the dips. She did that a lot.

Then her fingers curled in the band of my sweats, pulling them out. She kissed me harder, her tongue invaded my mouth. I almost came when my fingers were inside her—this—this was almost too much. Then I felt the heat of her fingers closing in on my dick, as she wrapped her hand around it. But she was there less than a second, before she moved completely off me and away. All the way, away. Her naked body was pressed against the wall opposite me. She had a shocked look on her face. Her eyes bugged out. Her mouth hung open. She was slowly shaking her head.

I looked down at my dick—just to make sure it hadn't turned into a dragon or some shit.

It looked fine.

I sniffed once.

It smelled fine.

My eyes lifted to hers again. "Logan," she whispered, looking around the room.

I unintentionally did the same. Just in case we weren't alone.

What the hell was happening?

I looked back at her. She hadn't changed positions.

Her head began to shake more frantically, but her eyes were glued to my dick.

"Logan," she said again, whispering a little louder, "That's not gonna fit."

I tried hard to contain my smirk but I don't know if it worked. "It will fit," I tried to assure her. She continued to shake her head. I stood up and pushed my pants down to my ankles. A gasp got caught in her throat. I was all out grinning now.

I sat on the bed with my back against the bedhead. "Come on," I motioned for her to join me. She slowly moved off the wall, still hesitant. "You can be in full control. We'll take it slow. I promise."

She nodded, biting her lip. She crawled onto the bed and over to me, throwing one leg over mine and straddling me again.

She ran her tongue along her top lip. I stopped it with my mouth, and that's what we did, for minutes, just kissed. And without knowing, both our hips had started a rhythm, thrusting, rubbing on each other. I pulled back. "I need inside, Baby."

She sat up on her knees and took me in her hand, then slowly guided me into her. "Holy...oh my...shit," she moaned, lowering herself onto me.

And then she moved.

Up and down.

Grinding and making little circles once I was all the way in.

And even though I've had sex way too many times to count, this time, it was different. It was more.

Her eyes were shut, her head thrown back, her mouth slightly open, panting. Fuck. "Oh God," she whispered. "You feel so fucking good."

Then she started moving faster and faster and I was so fucking close. My legs had tensed and I did everything I could to hold off so I could watch her come again.

"Fuck, Logan."

My hands gripped her ass while she rode me. She looked so fucking amazing and I was so fucking close– "Fuck. Stop."

She did. But only for a second before she started to move again.

I held her still. "Stop. Just—shit." If she kept going it'd be over and I don't want it to be over. Not yet. But I'd never had a problem holding off before. Ever. "I just—" I let out all the air in my lungs with a whoosh. "I've never had this problem." I grabbed her face on my hands and made sure she was looking at me. "I've never felt like this." My eyes roamed her face, looking between her eyes. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to make her understand that this was different. "It's all you, Amanda. Just you."

Then I flipped us over until I was on top of her. I started kissing her neck, down her body, her breasts, her stomach, lower and lower. She needed to blow once more, because I sure as shit couldn't go on much longer. I got to her pelvis, and kissed either side. I could smell her. It made me dizzy. I needed to taste her.

I started to dip my head, but her fingers gripped my hair and pulled, stopping me.

Amanda

I looked down at him. His eyebrows were bunched.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered.

He rolled his eyes. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

My mind was swimming with lust I didn't even register what was happening until it was too late. Now he was down there and I didn't know what to do. I shook my head, "You can't. I mean—"

He cut me of with a smirk on his face. "Has this happened to you before?"

I shook my head slowly.

His smirk got bigger.

"Good," he said, moving off the bed and kneeling on the floor. "Enjoy, babe."

Then his hands were on my ankles dragging me further down the bed. He spread my legs with his palms flat on the inside of my thighs, and then lifted them over his shoulders.

I threw my head back against the pillow and shut my eyes tight. Then I felt his warm breath on me and I waited.

"Ready?" he asked. I imagined his half smile single dimple face and could probably come just from that image alone; I was so fucking turned on.

Then his tongue was on me.

My hips raised off the bed because it was so much more than I thought it would fucking be. He held my hips down to stop me from moving. "Relax, babe," is all he said before I felt it again. He moved slowly, up and down. I tried to squirm and pull back and away because it was just too fucking much. But he held me there and made sure I took every single second of this intense pleasure he gave me. Unknowingly, my hips had started thrusting into his face. I was making him fuck me with his tongue. Oh my God. What the fuck was happening?

"Fuck I love your pussy,” he said, his mouth never leaving me.

"Oh my God," I moaned out, thrusting faster. I couldn't fucking help it.

"Ready?"

"Huh?"

Then he covered my clit with his mouth and sucked. And it's all I needed to push me over the edge. I bit my lip to stop from screaming. Not squealing. Not moaning. But screaming.

When I finally came back to earth and opened my eyes he was above me. Watching me. "Hey, pretty girl." He wiped my wetness of his face. He leaned down to kiss me, but paused half way, hesitating. After the way he made me feel I couldn't give a fuck if I could taste myself on him. I put my arm around his neck and brought him down to me. He moaned into my mouth. Tasting myself on him turned me on more.

"Fuck," he groaned out, before effortlessly entering me. His head fell to my shoulder. His weight held up by his forearms. He started moving in and out, harder, and faster. "I’m not going to last long, Amanda. You're ruining me right now."

"Uh." I couldn't say anything else because I felt it building again. I'd never felt like this before. Ever. And I knew why. It was him. And I don't know if it was his skill, or the feelings I had for him, but I felt myself climbing again. He kept moving. Over and over and I was there the exact same time I felt him get even bigger. Then he lets out the sexiest, manliest fucking sound I'd ever heard.