I dip my tongue down, fuck into her with it while my nose nudges her clit, and she cries out, trying to close her thighs around my head. I don’t let her. I grip her hips tight, pin her to the bed, and keep going. Fast, wet licks, open-mouthed kisses, sucking that swollen little bud until she’s practically vibrating in my hands.
“You gonna come, baby?” I murmur against her, every word vibrating through her core. “Come on my tongue. Let me taste it.”
She jerks, her whole body seizing. She cries out, her nails clawing into the sheets and hips grinding against my mouth.
“You taste so good,” I groan, licking up every drop of slick leaking out of her ruined, twitching pussy. “Could stay down here all night.”
My hands spread her open wider, holding her still while I feast, groaning into her pussy until she twitches.
I pull back just enough to look up at her—panting, glassy-eyed, a total wreck already.
“Too much?” I ask, voice thick, lips shining with her.
She shakes her head fast, biting her lip. Her thighs are shaking, but she doesn’t want me to stop.
Good.
Because I’m just getting started.
I grin against her skin and flip her onto her stomach in one move.
She gasps when she lands on her stomach, panting, her hair a mess across her back.
“On your knees, baby,” I tell her, smacking her ass, watching it ripple and turn the cutest shade of pink. “Face the headboard.”
She hesitates, for half a second. Then she shifts up, her elbows digging into the mattress, back arched, ass in the air, looking like every one of my dirty dreams.
I grab her hips, my thumbs pressing into those dimples at the base of her spine and just watch her for a second. I smack her ass again, the sharp sound filling the room as she moans, pushing back into my hand.
“You know what this pussy needs?” I murmur, dragging the tip of my cock through her. “It needs to be fucked. Needs to be filled, doesn’t it?”
She whines, nodding frantically, arching her back even more, pushing her hips back into me.
“Patience, baby,” I mutter, reaching into the drawer beside my bed. I rip open the foil with my teeth, roll the condom on quick, and stroke my length once, twice. Then I’m crawling back over her, lining up at her entrance, the head of my dick pressing just barely against her tight, dripping hole.
I push in slowly, and holy shit, she’s tight. So warm, so wet, squeezing around me like her body’s trying to memorize mine. She gasps, her fingers gripping the sheets, and I grip her hips harder to keep myself grounded.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, buried halfway. Her pussy is gripping me so good, I have to stop, breathe, hold myself from pounding into her like I want to. I lean over her back and kiss her shoulder. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” I whisper against her skin. “So goddamn tight.”
She moans, rocking her hips back, taking me deeper. Her lips part on a soft, broken sound when I bottom out.
I grip her hips and pull every inch out before slamming back in. Her body jolts, her tits bouncing under her. She whimpers, fisting the sheets, hard. Her ass hits my hips with a wet slap with every thrust.
I’m fucking lost in her. Drowning in the way she takes me so deep I forget my own name. The way her body wraps around my cock like it belongs to her, like she’s the one fucking me with every needy roll of her hips.
“Ryan,” she moans, breathless. It makes my heart pound in my chest. Fucking love hearing her moan my name. Like I’m the only man that’s ever touched her. Like I’m the only one who ever will.
And fuck me, I want to hear her scream it.
I slam into her with one smooth, brutal stroke, hilting deep, her gasp swallowed by the echo of skin on skin. She clenches around me, tight as a goddamn fist, and my control’s hanging by a fucking thread.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
She lets out a loud, needy moan—too loud—and my hand is on her mouth instantly.
“Shh, baby,” I murmur low into her ear, breath hot against her skin. “You need to be quiet.”
As much as I want her to scream my name, we both know if the guys heard her, we’d be in deep shit.
