“Mmhmm.” She nodded.
“Good. Keep talkin’. You said I make you feel like what?” I hooked a finger in her panties and tugged slowly, making her breath hitch. She was already wet for me.
“This is crazy.” Her fingers gripped her armrest, and she slid her body down some, like she was bracing for impact.
“You got your safe word ready?” I whispered.
“Yes!” she moaned as she pulled her underwear down over her thighs. I could feel the heat rising off her skin begging me to touch her.
“Now…” I looked up at her as I ran my hand between her wet lips. “Talk to me.”
“I… I…” she mumbled, and I leaned in and tasted her. “Quade!” She called my name as I lapped up the juices that were already waiting for me. Her fingers slipped into my hair, and she pulled my face deeper into her center. She wasn’t talking anymore, just breathing heavy and moaning my name.
“I want you to moan on the track. I want to hear you,” I whispered in between flicks of my tongue.
“Ooh!”
“That’s it. Lemme hear how I make you feel so I can loop it under the beat and make the whole song sound like you.”
“Oooh, fuck!” she cried out, and I continued to suck her click. Her head fell back, and a helpless sound escaped her lips. My hand slid to her hip to keep her steady as she quivered.
“Good girl. That’s it. Give it to me.”
“I’m cumming.” She gasped, and her legs clamped around me. “Quade, I’m?—”
“I know,” I said into her middle, still holding her legs apart. “I got you, baby. Just let it go.”
Her moan broke open and turned into something raw.
“Tempo!” she cried out, and I froze. “Tempo!” My hands dropped instantly, and I looked up at her, juices dripping from my beard.
“You good?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m okay. I just…” She took a deep breath. “It felt like I was falling. Can we… try something else?”
“We can stop, baby. We ain’t gotta do nothing else.”
“No.” She shook her head, eyes locked on mine, and I could see the want in her eyes. “I wanna ride it.”
My eyebrows lifted. This girl was something else. She’d just used the safe word, and she was still trying to ride this dick.
“You sure?” I asked, half wanting to turn her down, but the way she was looking at me made it damn near impossible to say no.
“Yes.”
I stood, adjusted her legs off the armrest, and helped her shift while she tugged at my waistband. My sweats dropped, and I pulled her close.
“You okay if I pick you up?”
She nodded, and I didn’t hesitate. Kissing her shoulder, I lifted her. She naturally wrapped her arms around my neck as I turned and sat down in her chair with her in my lap, easing her down slowly onto me. She gasped as my dick slid inside her, and we reconnected.
“You know the safe word,” I whispered, watching her face ball up in pleasure.
“I don’t need it.” She gasped. “I’m not stopping you this time.”
“I’m not stoppingyou this time.” Those were the last words that escaped my lips before my words turned into nothing but pants and moans.
“Fuck!” He grunted, bouncing me up and down on his lap, making the wheels of my chair shake beneath us. “You so perfect, Noa baby.” His hands gripped my hips, guiding my rhythm while he buried himself deep inside me. God. This man’s dick was addictive. When he was near me, I didn’t even care that I had a chronic illness. I needed to feel him pushing inside of me, making me feel alive.
