clit between two fingers, his cock going even harder when her head fell back and her eyes closed. It was too much. “I need a taste.”
She started to shift, but he lifted her before she could complete the move, twisting so she was facing downward, her knees propped on his shoulders and her pussy kissably close. “Put your forearms on the couch.” He gave her a lick while she obeyed.
“Garrett, Sir…”
He squeezed her thighs, just this side of pain. “Yes?”
“Can I…” She took a shuddering breath as he tongued her again. “I need you in my mouth.”
He kissed her pussy, taking his time and enjoying her taste and the way she gasped with each stroke. It was only when she was quivering and moaning, her hips moving as much as his grip would allow, that he answered, “Suck my cock, baby.”
She undid his jeans with quick movements, but he didn’t stop his onslaught on her clit while she did. When she finally freed him, she fell on his cock with a moan, taking him deep until he bumped the back of her throat. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes, trying to get his bearings back as she fucked him with her mouth, her little moans making her vibrate around him and her tongue stroking around the head of his cock. With a groan, he went back to her pussy, lashing her clit with his tongue, both punishing her and praising her for what she was doing to him, determined to make her come first.
He sucked her clit hard into his mouth, squeezing her thighs tighter, and then she was coming against his lips, his cock sliding from her mouth as her cries filled the loft. Only when he’d wrung every last shudder from her did he maneuver her into his lap and kiss her. “That’s two.”
…
Ridley couldn’t quite seem to catch her breath. What’d they’d just done… How he’d just held her up while he… God, she couldn’t even put it into words. “I…” But he was already moving, nudging her up from the comfy spot on the couch and around to the arm, where he pushed her face-down. The new position left her ass in the air, and Garrett compounded the feeling of helplessness by pinning her wrists at the small of her back.
There was a crinkle of what must be a condom wrapper in the silence of the room, and then he was inside her, shoving deep until she cried out. His hold on her wrists hurt, but soon that pain was lost in the sensation of his cock rubbing against parts of her she hadn’t known existed.
He kicked her heels wider, forcing himself deeper, and the only thing she could do in this position was take it. And, God, she loved every second of it. In this moment, there was nothing but the feeling of him sliding in and out of her, pinning her arms behind her, her nipples rubbing the couch cushion with each stroke. “So tight, baby. Tight and wet.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed into her. “Did you know your pussy squeezes around me when I pull out? Like you never want me to leave.”
He’d said that before, at his place, but she couldn’t find the breath to tell him so. God help her, but she never wanted this assault on her senses to stop.
Between one breath and the next, he let go of her wrists and hauled her up until her back pressed against his chest. “One leg on the couch. Good girl.” The new position left her open and, once again, at his mercy. His big hand bracketed her throat, not quite restricting her ability to breath, but letting her know in no uncertain terms that every breath she took was his .
He fucked her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any more, his free hand cupped her between her legs, his fingers rubbing against her clit with each stroke. Pressure built in her core, spiraling outward. “Garrett, I’m close.”
“Not yet, baby.”
Not yet? How the hell was she supposed to stop it with him overwhelming her and possessing her like this? “ Garrett .”
His fingers kept right on stroking. “If you come before I give
She started to shift, but he lifted her before she could complete the move, twisting so she was facing downward, her knees propped on his shoulders and her pussy kissably close. “Put your forearms on the couch.” He gave her a lick while she obeyed.
“Garrett, Sir…”
He squeezed her thighs, just this side of pain. “Yes?”
“Can I…” She took a shuddering breath as he tongued her again. “I need you in my mouth.”
He kissed her pussy, taking his time and enjoying her taste and the way she gasped with each stroke. It was only when she was quivering and moaning, her hips moving as much as his grip would allow, that he answered, “Suck my cock, baby.”
She undid his jeans with quick movements, but he didn’t stop his onslaught on her clit while she did. When she finally freed him, she fell on his cock with a moan, taking him deep until he bumped the back of her throat. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes, trying to get his bearings back as she fucked him with her mouth, her little moans making her vibrate around him and her tongue stroking around the head of his cock. With a groan, he went back to her pussy, lashing her clit with his tongue, both punishing her and praising her for what she was doing to him, determined to make her come first.
He sucked her clit hard into his mouth, squeezing her thighs tighter, and then she was coming against his lips, his cock sliding from her mouth as her cries filled the loft. Only when he’d wrung every last shudder from her did he maneuver her into his lap and kiss her. “That’s two.”
…
Ridley couldn’t quite seem to catch her breath. What’d they’d just done… How he’d just held her up while he… God, she couldn’t even put it into words. “I…” But he was already moving, nudging her up from the comfy spot on the couch and around to the arm, where he pushed her face-down. The new position left her ass in the air, and Garrett compounded the feeling of helplessness by pinning her wrists at the small of her back.
There was a crinkle of what must be a condom wrapper in the silence of the room, and then he was inside her, shoving deep until she cried out. His hold on her wrists hurt, but soon that pain was lost in the sensation of his cock rubbing against parts of her she hadn’t known existed.
He kicked her heels wider, forcing himself deeper, and the only thing she could do in this position was take it. And, God, she loved every second of it. In this moment, there was nothing but the feeling of him sliding in and out of her, pinning her arms behind her, her nipples rubbing the couch cushion with each stroke. “So tight, baby. Tight and wet.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed into her. “Did you know your pussy squeezes around me when I pull out? Like you never want me to leave.”
He’d said that before, at his place, but she couldn’t find the breath to tell him so. God help her, but she never wanted this assault on her senses to stop.
Between one breath and the next, he let go of her wrists and hauled her up until her back pressed against his chest. “One leg on the couch. Good girl.” The new position left her open and, once again, at his mercy. His big hand bracketed her throat, not quite restricting her ability to breath, but letting her know in no uncertain terms that every breath she took was his .
He fucked her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any more, his free hand cupped her between her legs, his fingers rubbing against her clit with each stroke. Pressure built in her core, spiraling outward. “Garrett, I’m close.”
“Not yet, baby.”
Not yet? How the hell was she supposed to stop it with him overwhelming her and possessing her like this? “ Garrett .”
His fingers kept right on stroking. “If you come before I give
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