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I meet her strokes as a whirlwind of pleasure rides through me, from her hand to her mouth. I feel out of control, but in a good way, like all these senses are firing off but also coming together at the same time.
Her grip on my neck grows tighter while her hips move faster. She pulls away from my mouth to moan as her head falls back.
“Fuck, I’m close. So close.”
And that’s my sign. I remove my hand, grab her by the waist, and move her to the side of the couch where she lies there in shock, a protest on the edge of her lips.
Chapter Twelve
RYLAND
“What are you doing?” she asks as I stand from the couch.
“Giving you what you want,” I say as I grip her jaw. “Open so I can fuck your pretty mouth.”
Her eyes go wild as she opens her mouth, and I rub my dick along her tongue. It feels so fucking good.
Addictive.
I don’t think I’m ever going to stop craving this.
I slide my length into her mouth and to the back of her throat. She takes me, most of me, as much as she can fit, and when I pull out, she lets her teeth barely scrape along the sensitive flesh, adding to the experience.
“You take my cock so well,” I say as I pump into her again and pull out. “Such a good girl, opening wide. Letting me fuck . . . you. Jesus.”
She swallows when I hit the back of her throat, and it sends me into a tailspin of needing more. I lean forward farther and grip the back of the couch as I thrust harder into her mouth, watching her the whole time to make sure she can take it, andshe can, so I ride her wet, hot mouth until my balls start to tighten and my legs start to go numb.
That’s when I pull out and stand there, my quads firing off, my dick pulsing, my chest heaving.
Her eyes are watery when she sits up on her elbows and says, “You need to come.”
“Badly,” I say as I itch for release. “But you need to ask me a question.”
She sits up and brings her heels up to the edge of the couch. She spreads her legs and shows off her wet pussy to me before bringing two fingers to her clit where she starts massaging herself.
Eyes hungry, she asks, “Best fuck of your life.”
“You,” I answer, not even needing to think about it. “Without a doubt . . . you.”
She smirks and then leans back against the sofa, pleasuring herself.
“I want your dick, Ryland. I want you deep inside me.”
“Then lie back,” I say as I move toward the couch and wait for her to lie down lengthwise. Once she’s comfortable, I hoist one of her legs over my shoulder and then slip inside her within seconds.
“Fuck,” she cries out and then moans loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. “Why is it so good?”
“Fucking incredible.” I pulse in and out of her. “Fuck, you’re so tight, you’re so . . . Fuck,” I shout. “Condom.”
I go to pull out when she stops me. “I’m on birth control . . . but pull out before you come.”
I nod.
“I want you coming on my tits, claiming them.”
Well, fuck, she doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I play with her tits, making her nipples hard as I start to slowly pump into her. Riding her bare is unlike anything I’veever felt before. This is . . . hell, this is my first time ever going bare, and she’s ruining every other woman for me. Because nothing will beat this feeling.
