Page 170 of Hat Trick
“I don’t want to rest.” Lexi shimmies out from beside me and yanks my pants down. My cock springs free, and she wraps her hand around my length. “I want you, Riley.”
Who am I to tell her no when she’s spitting on the head of my cock and stroking me up and down in a torturous, cruel way like she’s toying with me?
“Okay.” I grip the sheets around me, my fingers curling into a fist. “You can have me.”
“What position do you want to try tonight?”
“Something new.” My hips buck when she swirls her tongue over my slit and laps up the pre-cum I know I’m leaking from watching her get off. “Can you get on all fours for me?”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen, and she’s quick to release me from her hold. “This is one of my favorites. We haven’t done this before.”
“I wasn’t sure I could balance on just my left leg.” I wait for her to get on her knees and put her hands out in front of her. Her ass lifts up in the air and I put a hand on her lower back, keeping her there. “But I’ve been practicing.”
“Practicing? Are you fucking your pillows when I’m not here, Riley?” she asks, gasping when my other hand reaches out and closes around her throat. “Harder.”
My fingers squeeze her windpipe, and she rocks her hips back, ass brushing against my cock. I take it as confirmation the pressure isn’t too much, and I stay there for a count of ten, releasing her and wrapping her hair around my wrist when I let go.
“God. You take everything I give you, don’t you?” I ask.
“Everything,” she repeats, her cheek against the sheets. She turns her chin toward me so she can see, and there’s a challenge behind her smile. “And more.”
Lexi is perfect in every way, but she’s goddamn exquisite in the bedroom. I couldn’t dream up a better version of her if I tried as I drag the head of my cock through her pussy lips. She’s still wet and I lean forward, almost folding my body over hers. It’s the only way I can stay upright, and her hand resting on my left thigh gives me the added balance I didn’t have when I tried some of these moves by myself.
“I like this angle.” I thrust my hips and push inside her, rubbing a small circle on her back when she cries out. “I get to watch your ass bounce and I can get nice and deep. And I can touch your throat again if you want. You wear my hand as a necklace so well.”
“C-can you do it right before you’re all the way in?” she asks, the words racing out of her.
I nod even though she can’t see me and snap my hips forward to bury another inch of my length. I’m thorough as I fuck her, pulling all the way out before rocking back in and finding a rhythm that gets progressively rougher with every thrust.
It’s so easy to get lost in her. It’s like time stands still with every one of her gasps, with every sharp graze of her fingernails, and it doesn’t take long before I’m snaking my hand up her chest. Before I’m holding onto her neck and squeezing at the same time I drive into her, all the way to the hilt.
Her moan is muffled against the sheets, and I grab her chin and force her to turn her head so I can look at her.
“Every inch, Lexi baby,” I say, and she tightens around me. “There you go. You’re doing so well.”
I hope one day I’m able to last longer than a few minutes with her. I have the stamina; she just feelstoo fucking goodto try to hold back. She’s wet,hot, and she does some sort of roll of her hips that has me seeing stars.
I bite into her shoulder and lose myself in her, knowing there will be plenty of times to fuck her nice and slow. To make love to her in the tender way I’m not sure she’s ever experienced, but right now, it’s nothing but raw need. It’s animalistic and sweaty and loud, the sound of my hips slapping into hers filling the room.
“Harder,” she begs. “My throat. My pussy. All of it.”
I grunt in response, my rational thoughts deteriorating as she reaches her hand through her legs and cups my balls. My glasses slide off my face and land god knows where. She’s a blurry, fuzzy shape in front of me, but I don’t care. My chest presses into her back, my weight unintentionally resting entirely on her, but she doesn’t protest. She doesn’t fight back, instead meeting me thrust for thrust with the slam of her hips until she clenches around my cock like she never wants to let go.
“Lex.” I groan. “I can only go through reciting so many presidents before I lose my fucking mind. How are you this tight? I just fucked you with my fingers.”
“It’s like my body knows it needs you,” she pants, and I shutter my eyes closed. If I look down at her and see the sweat rolling down her back and the easy way I slide back into her pussy, it’s game over. “I think I can come a second time. Is it okay if I?—”
“I’d watch you fuck yourself with a toy if it meant getting another orgasm out of you. You do whatever you need to get there, sweetheart. This is a collaborative effort.”
Her laugh is light, beautiful. Her hand bumps against mine, and I know she’s touching her clit. Circling it in the way she likes, and her breathing hitches up half an octave.
“I want you to come in me.” She gasps, rocking forward with a particularly hard thrust. “I want you to fill me up, Riley. I love your cum.”
Jesus Christand Satan too.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to heaven after hearing that, because my balls tighten. Pleasure races up my spine and I let out an ear-splitting groan as I fall apart, my cock pulsing inside her until I don’t have a fucking drop left.
She loves my cum,I think from some far-off realm in my rotten brain.And I love her.
