Rylin moaned loudly, thighs twitching in my grip as I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. She gasped my name, her head dropping back and her fingers clutching the counter so hard her knuckles turned white.
An almost evil smile flashed across my face before I flattened my tongue and dragged it over every inch of her, then fucked her with it—stabbing deep, curling inside her channel, tasting every pulse, every flutter, every desperate little tremor. She was soaked and slippery, her juices coating my mouth, my chin, and dripping down to my neck. I lapped it up, greedy and obsessed, groaning into her pussy like a man possessed.
“Can’t take it,” she gasped, legs shaking. “Micah, I can’t—Oh! Oh! I can’t?—”
“The hell you can’t.” My voice was raw against her skin. “You’ll take every fucking second of this, and you’ll come forme again when I tell you to. Not a second before. So you understand?”
Rylin gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, but nodded.
I sucked her clit again, harder this time, while my fingers slid back inside her, curling up to press that perfect spot. Her hips jerked off the counter, her thighs locking around my shoulders like she was trying to run—, but there was nowhere to go. I had her. All of her.
“Open wider, baby. That’s it. Let me in. Let me own it.” I pushed her thighs as far as they would go, and she let out a ragged cry as I fucked her with my tongue and fingers at once. Faster now, harder, pushing her higher and higher with nowhere to land. My cock throbbed, leaking and straining, making a fucking mess in my jeans, but I didn’t stop. I was already addicted to her sweet, sticky cream, and I couldn’t get enough. But I wanted more. I wanted it fucking all.
Finally, her body started to break. She twisted, gasped, and sobbed my name again. Louder this time, like a prayer and a scream tangled together. Her thighs clenched, her toes curling tight against the counter, and I knew she was ready.
“Come all over me, gorgeous. Soak me. Let that sweet little pussy gush.”
Her scream ripped through the room, and I held her open as her climax shattered her. She came loud and hard, her back arching, muscles locking, and legs shaking uncontrollably. She fucking squirted, giving me exactly what I’d wanted, and I kept my mouth on her the whole fucking time, drinking and groaning like a man starved.
When her body finally slumped, and her grip on the counter loosened, I licked her one last time, slow and possessive, then stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
My cock pulsed hard in my jeans, leaking through the denim. I didn’t give a single fuck.
I leaned in, braced my hands on the counter, and stared down at her flushed, dazed face. “That’s two, baby. And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
She mewled in what might have been a protest and collapsed against me when I scooped her into my arms again, her thighs sticky and slick, her body boneless from the last orgasm I dragged out of her. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.
There was something primal raging inside me, demanding I remind us both that she was really there, in my arms, and all fucking mine.
Her bedroom was dim. The sheets were clean but wrinkled from sleep—too neat for what I had in mind.
I laid her down in the middle, then tore off my shirt, yanking it over my head and flinging it to the floor. My jeans were next. I shoved them down with my boxers, my cock springing free—thick, flushed, and leaking like a fucking faucet. I was painfully hard and heavy, my balls tight and aching from holding back. I climbed over her, letting my cock brush her inner thigh and leaving a smear of my own passion mixed with hers.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and dazed, lips parted as she’d just remembered how to breathe. She stared into my eyes, blinking as I rolled onto my back, dragging her on top of me, my palms gripping her hips as I guided her up and over. She was so fucking beautiful I couldn’t breathe.
I grabbed the base of my cock, fisting it hard to stay in control. “Ride me, baby.”
Heat flared in her hazel eyes, and I smirked. “I want to see you take what you need, baby. Show me how you like to be fucked.” I ground the tip of my cock against her swollen entrance. “But turn around first.”
She blinked again.
“Turn. Around.” My voice was low and commanding. “I want to watch that sweet ass bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
She shivered as she crawled over me. Her thighs spread wide over my lap, knees pressed into the mattress as she slowly lowered herself onto my shaft.
The second my cock breached her, we both groaned—hers high and broken, mine guttural and animalistic. She sank down, inch by thick inch, until I was fully buried inside her, the stretch obscene, her inner muscles gripping me like a fucking vise.
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed, my hands clamping down on her hips. “Just like that, baby. Ride it.”
She moved, her hands braced against my thighs, her spine arched, as she began to bounce—slow at first, then faster, her ass slapping against my thighs with each descent. I watched, transfixed. The way her body took me, the jiggle of her ass cheeks, the flushed pink of her skin. She was slick and wet, her pussy milking me with every grind. My hands guided her, tightening around her waist, dragging her back harder every time she tried to ease up.
My chest spasmed as the thought occurred to me that I could have lost this. Her. Suddenly, I remembered how it felt when she didn’t answer my texts, then tried to end it. The pain I’d experienced when I went to the deli only to find her gone speared through my chest. She’d tried to walk away from me. To run.Fuck!
Something inside me snapped.
I widened my legs, then pressed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed until her upper body lowered, her elbows catching her weight. Then I adjusted her legs, guiding one back, then the other, until they extended straight behind her, spread wide and trembling. She was lying over me now, supported by her elbows, her spine bowed, and I could see everything. Hertight little hole stretched around the base of my cock. Her ass high and perfect.
I started fucking up into her with deep, relentless thrusts, timed with every shift of her hips as she moved back and forth. The slap of skin filled the room, raw and wet.
