Mystic’s eyes widened slightly. “So, we’re really doing this?”
“Fucking? Or forever? Or both?”
“Both.”
“You’re goddamn right we are,” I growled as my hands reached around and took handfuls of her thick, luscious ass. “No way am I letting you go again, baby. No fucking way.”
“Prove it,” she whispered, and I inwardly cringed at how I had blocked her after only two weeks of being gone. Lorcan had been right when he said if you ever find a woman that makes you feel the way Mystic makes me feel, then never let her fucking go.
Ever.
Mystic was still wearing her work close, minus the shoes, and the image of her bouncing on my cock with her skirt up around her waist and her blouse torn open, so I could see her tits, flashed through my mind and I knew that’s the way this was going to go. I wanted my hands on her hips, with her tits in my mouth as she chased her pleasure.
I walked her back towards the couch, and she stood back as I sat down, letting her know exactly what I wanted from her.
“You’re letting me take control?” she asked, dubiously and not at all impressed.
I smirked. “Fuck no.” Mystic didn’t like to be the aggressor. She liked to be the pawn. She like to be taken. There were only a few, rare times when we were younger that she had crept out of that role and had gone after me like a madwoman. But those times had been when she had been feeling insecure and she had needed to connect with me. Those were the times when she had been telling me she loved me without telling me she loved me.
Another big difference between our previous relationship and this one now, we had been kids, living with our parents, trying to carve out time for each other. Now, as grown adults, there was no time limit on our time together. I had all night and fucking day, if I wanted, to explore every inch of skin and fuck every hole she had. My need for her still ran rampant, but there was no need for us to hurry anymore.
Mystic stood before me and I waited her out until she started to discard her clothes. I stopped her before she could make any real progress. “Leave it on,” I instructed.
“All of it?”
I shook my head. “Take off your panties only.”
Her eyes began to dilate the second she saw the same picture that was playing in my mind. She reached underneath her skirt and slowly pushed her panties down. Once they hit the floor, she stepped out of them, and kicked them aside.
“Like that?”
I nodded. “Now bend over and unbutton my jeans.” She went to get on her knees, but I stopped her. “I saidbend over. I didn’t say get on your knees.”
She did as she was told and bent over to undo my jeans. The second the top of her blouse billowed open, giving me an unobstructed view of her bra-encased tits, I reached up and ripped the fucker open.
Mystic gasped before letting out a throaty moan. “Gage…”
My patience had run out, so I pushed Mystic’s hands away and pushed down my pants my-damn-self. My cock was already hard and sprung free, slapping back against my abs.
Looking up at her, I said, “Pull up your skirt and show me that pussy of yours, baby.” She immediately did as she was told, grabbing the sides of the fabric, and inching it upward. “Now come sit on my cock.”
She placed a knee on either side of my thighs and lowered herself as I held my dick poised and ready for her to ride it. “Gage…” she moaned as soon as the head was in. My ego couldn’t help but inflate as I felt her wetness drip down my dick.
Once she was seated, and her tits were in my face, I reached up and snapped the tiny scrap of fabric holding her tits together in half. The cups of her bra fell open and Mystic’s big, full tits were bared for me. I leaned in and took one into my mouth as my hands latched onto her hips, ready to take over.
Mystic’s moans grew louder. “Oh, God…” I sucked on her tit hard enough to leave a bruise as she started riding my dick. “Yessss…please…”
Her tit popped out of my mouth and I leaned back to watch. Mystic had her hands braced on the back of the couch and she used that leverage to bounce on my cock like a fucking pro. She looked so fucking hot taking my dick, with her skirt around her waist and her tits hanging out, I wanted nothing more than to take a picture of her like this and make it my goddamn screensaver.
“Nothing feels better than your tight pussy, baby,” I grunted, no truer words have ever been spoken. I dug my fingers deeper into the flesh of her hips. “I’m going to fuck this cunt every fucking night.”
“Gage, I’m going to cum…” she moaned, and I loved how she got off so easily. I loved how it didn’t take much to make her explode.
With the grip I had on her hips, I threw her off my lap and shoved her face down on the couch cushions. With her pussy and ass presented to me, I slammed my dick deep into her cunt. Mystic screamed into the cushions as I railed her wet channel. Her bouncing on my cock had been great, but I’ve never been one to sit back and let her do all the work. I needed to be the one taking her pleasure, not the other way around.
“Take that cock, baby,” I demanded through each thrust. “I know you like taking this fat cock up that sweet tasting pussy.”
Mystic’s knuckles were bloodless, tightened around the soft cushions, and she let out a motherfuck of a scream as she clamped down on my dick. I rode her through her orgasm, and I didn’t stop until I unloaded deep in her pussy.
