Page 89 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

“I do.”

Talia released me and reduced the water to a warm stream.

“Sit.”

I sat on the built-in bench.

She stood between my knees, wet curls over one shoulder. When I reached for her hips, she caught my wrists.

“Wait.”

My cock throbbed.

Talia stepped closer and lifted one knee beside my hip. I steadied her while she brought the other leg over me and settled across my lap.

She guided my cock to her entrance. The head brushed her pussy.

“Still following?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She lowered herself slowly.

Her wet pussy opened around me. I groaned when she stopped halfway.

“Too much?” I asked.

“No. I’m enjoying your face.”

I held her waist while she sank the rest of the way, taking me completely.

Talia rested her forehead against mine and shifted her hips. My breath broke.

“I control the pace,” she said.

“You do.”

“And the angle.”

“Yes.”

She placed one of my hands at her waist and guided the other between us.

“Here.”

My fingers found her clit.

Talia rose a few inches and lowered again. Her pussy gripped my cock.

I circled her clit while she rode me, holding my shoulders. She changed the angle and drove herself lower, taking my cock deeper.

“There?” I asked when she gasped.

“Yes.”

I kept rubbing while she worked herself harder against me.

Her nails pressed into my shoulders. “You’re holding back.”