Page 67 of Bridles


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My nails rake his back, pulling a moan out of him as he shifts between my thighs.

“One of these times,” he groans with a roll of his hips, filling me with his thick cock in a slow thrust. “I’m going to see how many times you can come on my face.”

Burying his mouth into my neck, I can feel the shudder run through him as he pulls back, then stretches my needy pussy again.

“Always looking for the cheat code?” My back arches under him, seating him deeper and sending a ripple of fire through me.

“Sometimes the best way to win is through the mini-quests.” His chuckle against my skin makes goosebumps erupt across my breasts.

But he rises up, pulling my knees up to my chest. “Other times, it’s better to just—” He withdraws almost to the point of leaving me empty, teasing my entrance with the tip of his stiff cock. “—come in with all guns blazing,” he growls, ramming into me with such force it sends a shockwave through me.

“Fuck, yes,” I sputter, clawing for him to do it again.

And he does.

Again. And again.

He pistons into me like a freight train, over and over his belly slaps against mine. Each crash drives me farther over the ledge until the quakes seize me.

Yet still he drives in. “Give me another,” he pants, his rapid rhythm impossible to withstand.

I can’t even fall from the first height before he pushes me higher into a second harrowing climax.

And still he ravages my clenching body.

“More,” he groans, growing faster with his bruising thrusts.

With every slam of his hips, he hits my clit sending bolts of napalm through me.

Every muscle spasms as stars begin to pop behind my eyes.

I swear I can’t breathe, yet the ecstasy he plunges into me makes my vision blur as the individual orgasms blend into one continuous launch into oblivion.

Only after he freezes, tensing through his own release, am I able to take the first sweet inhale in what feels like hours.

When he collapses over me, I can’t think.

Or feel.

I have to concentrate to stay conscious.

“I lost track,” he mumbles from the pillow next to me. “We gotta do that again.”

“How do you count when it’s the single longest one in history?” I croak. Finally, I can talk.

He shows the flash of his teeth in a smile. “Is that what that was? I was trying so hard not to get off, but you made that a losing battle.”

His laugh makes his dick soften.

“I even tried a new trick. I read if I used two condoms it would make me last longer. But I think I could wear fifty and I’d still get off watching you come like that.” With a gentle brush of his thumb, he moves a wild strand of my hair from my cheek. “It’sthe most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, his eyes locked on my lips.

I still feel like I’m floating. “It was pretty incredible to experience.” I let my leg drape over his, wrapping behind his calf to keep him lodged in me.

After all week of not being able to touch him, I want to soak it in.

There’s something so comforting about being in his arms.

It’s scary how much I enjoy it.