I was right. Not even a minute passed before a white-hot jolt of heat cascaded over me and the orgasm gripped me, making me come right there on his tongue as he licked me and drank me clean.
He’d been holding my waist, but as I cried out, he took hold of my breasts and squeezed, squeezing while he licked and sucked the swollen bud of my clit.
Now tortured moans fell from my lips, heavy with the pleasure I felt. I pressed my head into the bed and grasped the sheets, which only encouraged him to give me more.
More pleasure, hot and sensational. More, and more and more.
His tongue lashed inside me, working deeper and driving me insane.
I lost myself in it and in him, and once again, passion took me with a searing release…twice—again, just like the previous day, and he wasn’t finished with me.
He moved back and looked me over, licking his lips while I gasped, trying to catch my breath.
“Honey and strawberries, baby—you taste of both.”
I moaned, still unable to talk. I didn’t think it was possible but he looked at me with more desire, and in that moment, he spread my thighs wider, pushing my knees up to receive him.
“Are you ready?” A salacious smile licked at the corners of his lips.
“I’m ready.” I was ready like I’d never been before, for anything.
He reached for his pants on the floor and pulled a condom from the pocket. Watching him sheath his shaft with it was super sexy. Feeling him press the fat head of his cock to my entrance sent me back, spinning into passionate gasps.
He took hold of my waist and moved himself against me, teasing my folds open, pushing at my heated core, inching himself inside then moving his hips back and forth to help me adjust to his magnitude.
“Fuck, Brooke, your pretty pussy is so tight.” His bold eyes raked over my body with the promises of pleasure—more pleasure.
I sucked in a sharp gasp of air and grabbed at the sheets. Stars flickered in the corners of my eyes as he moved again, sliding back and forth until the walls of my core widened to take him in. Then I felt full, filled with him, full to the brim, his length searing me.
“Ryan…” I called out his name from the intensity, my toes curling and back arching into him when he started a slow pump.
“Just enjoy me baby, enjoy me.”
He started pumping a little faster, and I met his driving rhythm beat for beat, arching my back to lift my hips as he thrust in and out.
Then hard, rough strokes rocked my body, launching me out of this world as his movements increased and he started fucking me. That was the best way I could describe it: fucking. To say anything else would have been an understatement.
I couldn’t believe I could feel that good, as if I’d been transported to some plane of pleasure where all that exists is euphoria of the deepest intensity.
Hunger matched hunger and pleasure racked me, trapping me within the torment of ecstatic bliss.
I cried out his name again and he pistoned harder, hammering into me, slamming rough and hot in a pure rush of need.
Reveling in the sensations that thrilled me, I took the moment to enjoy every single second of having this man inside me, having him inside me and making my body, mind, and soul come alive.
This was ultimate pleasure. It was. My whole body was on fire with it, luxuriating in the sensation and vibrating in response.
His grip on my hips tightened and he groaned low and deep.
Heat, more heat streaked through me, and my body clenched with the savage energy.
He fucked me harder and a white-hot climax ripped through me. A scream filled with every emotion within me tore from my lips and a hoarse cry of satisfaction fell from his as we came in mutual surrender to the wild orgasm that grabbed us both.
His pulsing cock gushed into me and the inner walls of my core tightened around him, milking what was left of him.
“Fuck, Brooke…” He exhaled, leaning down to press his forehead against mine. “Jesus, you…that was good…really good.”
“Ryan,” I said breathlessly, my voice sounding hoarse too.
