Page 186 of Bridesmaid Undercover
I want warm, smiling mornings.
I want none of this to end.
“Christ, Everly,” he says as I slide over his cock, my arousal evident. “You’re so wet.”
“Because I want you,” I say.
He wets his lips and his eyes lock with mine. “Then have me.” He scoots me back, grips his cock, and then says, “Fuck me.”
The arrogance in his stare.
The confidence in his smile.
It’s a lethal combination that has me throbbing for release, so I lift up on my knees, move over him, and then slowly slide down over his cock. He places both hands behind his head, and bites down on his lower lip while I take him all the way in, until I’m completely full.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his voice gravelly, which sends shivers all the way up my legs and to my clit.
Hands on his chest, I start to rock over him, taking it very slow and allowing myself to feel the friction we create, the way his large cock feels inside of me, touching places I’ve never experienced before.
It’s filling.
It’s addictive.
It’s dangerously captivating.
“That’s it, Everly,” he says. “Use my cock.”
My fingers curl into his chest as my speed picks up, the friction too great as my clit rubs against him, each pass like a shock wave to my system. The telltale sign of my orgasm starts to build at the base of my spine.
“Your cock is so good,” I say as I move even faster. “Fuck, Hardy.”
He groans and grips my hips, encouraging me to move faster, harder. Guiding me to grind down on him, which increases the pleasure for me.
“That’s it, Everly. Fucking use me.”
I release my hands from his chest and lean back, letting my grip fall to his thighs as I continue to rock over him, the new angle hitting me in a completely different way. My mouth falls open and a long, drawn-out moan leaves my lips.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says as he runs his hand up my stomach and to my breast. He cups me first and then with every roll of my hips, he swipes his thumb over my hardened nipple. A hiss escapes me as every touch ignites me even more to the point that my legs start to tingle, my core starts to constrict, and my body prepares for another orgasm to rock through me.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I say, and I pause, not wanting to fall over just yet. I take a few deep breaths, but he doesn’t let me catch myself, because he grips my hips and starts thrusting up inside of me. “Hardy, I’m…I said I’m…fuck…I’m there.”
“Good. Come on my cock.”
I fly forward again and position my hands on his pecs. My head falls forward, my hair blocking my vision as I rock hard on him.
Over and over.
My hips flying.
My stomach bottoming out.
My breath gasping.
Everything inside of me tightens, and it feels like the room stills as my mind focuses on one thing and one thing only—the way my clit rides over him.
“Oh God, Hardy,” I cry out as the first wave hits me.
Then the second.
