The Cornerstone by Kate Canterbary Read Free Book Online

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    “Fuck,” I moaned, my teeth closing around the quilt beneath me. I couldn’t decide what to feel, what to think. Multiple orgasms belonged with urban legends like delicious fat-free frozen yogurt and comfortable high heels. The only thing that made sense was screaming into the mattress as heat poured down my spine, around my legs, and unfurled in my center. “Oh, oh, fuck .”
    I expected the warm fluttering to pass quickly—after all these years, I knew what to expect from my body—but it didn’t stop. It expanded until every limb was consumed with hot, sweet bliss. It was overwhelming and nearly painful, and I didn’t have anywhere for all this sensation to go so I kept on moaning into that quilt.
    “That’s a little better,” Will said. He was moving faster now, his hips slapping against my ass while the bed grunted, and the headboard barreled against the wall.
    Talk about stamina. He just did not stop.
    “You’re going to break the bed,” I mumbled.
    “I can accept collateral damage.” His hand shifted from my back to cup my chin, and he angled my head to the side. “Suck,” he ordered, two fingers pressed to my lips.
    My eyes drifted shut and I did as he said, and I didn’t even have a quippy comeback for him. My mind and body were consumed by the electricity coursing through me, and it seemed plausible that I’d drown in my own release.
    “Open.” Will’s fingers left my mouth, and in their place, he left a biting kiss. “Let’s see about that orgasm now.”
    I tried to protest, to explain that we were well past the point of teeth-numbing orgasm, but that would have required more than guttural babble. He continued pumping into me, panting, and whispered, “I told you that you could do better. Keep going, pretty girl, you got this.” I nodded, too boneless to form words, and he bit my earlobe. “Good. So good. You’re so good. Think you can give me a little more?”
    I nodded again, and he growled as he slammed into me. His fingers shifted to my clit and nothing would ever be the same again. There was no way I could absorb all of this, and I couldn’t take this much at once. These sensations—his cock, his fingers, his mouth on my neck, his roared release—they engulfed me, and then, then I fell apart.
    As if he knew I needed something to hold me together, Will wrapped his arms around me and held me while I gasped and shook. We were still bent over the bed and he was still inside me, twitching and setting off tiny orgasmic land mines, and minutes passed before the stars faded from behind my eyes.
    “That was good,” he murmured against my neck. “It takes you a little while to warm up, but you are not bad at this, Shortcake.”
    “You were on-par with my vibrator,” I said. Total lie. All the vibrators couldn’t destroy me the way Will did, but he didn’t need to know that. “Completely adequate.”
    Will laughed and tugged my earlobe between his teeth. “I’d like to meet that vibrator,” he said. The air conditioner switched on, and I shivered when the blast of cool air hit the fine sheen of sweat on my skin. He pulled out, smacked my ass, and tossed me to the middle of the bed. The bastard actually tossed me.
    “You can go now,” I snapped, finger-combing my hair from my face.
    Will paid no attention to me, and instead of getting dressed, he kicked off his jeans from where they were bunched at his ankles. He sauntered toward the bathroom, and I listened, fuming, while the faucet ran. He returned with a glass of water and he shot a cocky grin in my direction.
    “I said, you can go now.”
    Will flopped down beside me with a laugh. “Yeah, I’m not going to do that.”
    He pried the blanket away from my chest and brought his lips to my nipple, and my annoyance with him started dissolving into the background.
    I dug my hands through his hair, angling him where I wanted and yanking him back to remind him he wasn’t the only one in