Page 135 of Criminally Yours

“I can do this all night,” he teased. “I want you to be my soaking mess. All mine.”

He continued to play with her even as his cock ached for more.

“Can we try sixty-nine?” she asked between gasps.

They clumsily undressed each other and got into position. Eventually, she was on top of him, her legs on either side of his face as she bobbed on his cock.

She sucked his dick deeper and deeper. He groaned as he licked. It was tricky to focus on pressing his tongue inside her when she possessed him.

Her head tipped back.

“Yes,” she gasped before dropping her head again and deep-throating him. She dragged her mouth up and down his cock.

He held her tight as he licked and sucked like it was a race. Occasionally, he stroked her skin, caressing her writhing body and blessing her with his touch.

Her breasts pressed against his abs as she held and stroked his dick, her mouth sliding up and down on it.

He hissed as she took him deep.

But she wasn’t going to make him come before she had. He returned her efforts, pushing her closer to the edge.

“I want to come inside you. I want to fuck you,” he growled when she released the telltale high-pitched moan that proved she was close.

She climbed off him. They locked eyes as he sheathed himself. She licked her lips as he palmed his juddering dick.

“Now climb on my cock and ride me. Grab the edge of the sofa when you need it.”

She followed his instructions, her knees on either side of him as she straddled his body.

She gripped him with her thighs, her palms flat against his chest as she positioned herself on the tip of his cock and slid down so he entered her. She wobbled as she tried to take charge on the small sofa.

She worried her lip, struggling to balance.

With a growl, he thrust upwards.

“Yes,” she cried out as he dug his fingers into her flesh.

She squeezed her eyes closed like she was on the brink and willing her orgasm closer.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded, throbbing inside her. “Watch what you do to me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Rub your clit.”

He was feral when she brushed her finger across her clit, wetness coating her digit. “Give me that finger to suck.”

He opened his mouth, and she slid it in. She couldn’t rip her eyes away from him as he sucked it hard, loving that she’d become his panting, moaning mess.

She pulled it back out with a pop. “Kiss me,” he demanded.

He licked her mouth, opening her to him. Her clit ground against his skin.

“I’m so close, Strike.” He paused his kisses to lick and suck at her pulse point, his teeth scratching her skin. “Please, can I come? I won’t until you say.”

“You’re so fucking sexy when you beg me like that.” He held her to him and thrust up one more time. “Come for me.”