“Holy shit.”
I roll off her and onto my back, drenched in sweat, peel my condom off, and look at her for a long moment. She’s obviously in some sort of pleasure-induced daze. Her nipples are still hard as little pebbles. Her cheeks are flushed. Man, she looks ripe as a peach.
I touch her hard nipple and stroke the curve of her breast. “Holy shit, you’re not even close to finished,” I whisper. “Come sit on my face ’til I can fuck you again, baby. Come on.”
I don’t need to ask her twice. Her eyes blazing, she climbs over my face and lowers herself onto my lips and, thank you, God, I’m met with the unparalleled pleasure of warm, sweet slickness against my lips, and soft, smooth flesh against my cheeks, and the delicious taste of her pussy against my tongue. I slide my palms over her rocking hips and gently guide her movement over my face as I lap at her, coaxing her pelvis into movement in synchronicity with my hungry mouth.
After only a few minutes, she makes a truly crazy sound, so I double down on what I’m doing to her—and seconds later, she unfurls into my mouth.
I feel insatiable. I can’t get enough. The more I taste, the more I crave. It’s like she’s burrowing herself under my skin and into my very soul.
I guide her off me and onto her back and begin kissing and licking every inch of her, my cock slowly springing to life again as I do, and before I know it, I’m hard as a rock and ready to go. I roll a condom on and guide her on top of me and, quickly, our bodies are gyrating passionately in perfect harmony.
Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah. Her incredible breasts are bouncing with the greedy movement of her body. Her dark hair is falling around her shoulders. Her skin is smooth and glistening with sweat. But the best part of all? The enraptured expression on her beautiful face. Truly, if there’s something more beautiful than the expression on this woman’s face in this moment, then it exists only in heaven.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I groan out. “Fuck anything else I used to think was beautiful. You’re the only thing.”
“Ryan,” she chokes out. “What are you doing to me?”
“You’re my drug,” I grit out, my body on the bitter edge of release. “Oh, God. You’re my drug.”
She stiffens. And gasps. And then, God bless America, her muscles tighten and release and squeeze around my cock so forcefully, I come right along with her, a strangled cry erupting from me as I do.
When we’re finished, she collapses on top of me, stretches her body on top of mine, and seemingly passes out cold.
After a few minutes, I’m so certain she’s fallen dead-asleep on top of me, I begin rolling her unconscious body off me onto the mattress, but she surprises me by lifting her head and looking me square in the eyes.
“Oh, hello,” I say.
“You’re my boy toy,” she says flatly.
I laugh. “What?”
“I have a freaking boy toy.”
I chuckle. “Oh. Well, happy to oblige. I thought you were dead-asleep.”
“I was just deep in thought. My mind is blown. I’ve fucked a man I don’t respect or like—a man I actually kinda hate.Twice.”
I laugh and kiss the side of her head. “Three times, technically. And you don’t hate me. In fact, you’re completely obsessed with me.”
“Yeah, I’m obsessed with you. I don’t deny that. But that doesn’t mean I don’thateyou.”
I stroke her back and inhale her scent and feel my heart beating against hers. “Okay. Whatever floats your boat.”
“It’s not okay,” she insists. “I honestly hate you, Ryan. When I think of you, my feelings of rage and anger aren’t normal or healthy.AndI’m completely obsessed with you becauseI love, love, love fucking you. Oh my God, I love fucking you so much.”
I laugh. “Good. I love fucking you, too.”
“But what does that say about me?”
“It says nothing about you. If anything, it says you should stop overthinking things and just enjoy yourself.”
She rolls off me and sits next to me, clearly energized by something. “Ryan, listen to me. I just realized I’m a truly horrible person. I don’t respect you at all, not even a little bit—which means I’m using you for nothing but sex. If our genders were reversed, I’d disgust myself.”
“I’m perfectly fine with the situation.” I pull her back down to lie with me, and wrap my arms around her. I kiss her cheek, pressing my body into hers. I inhale her scent and kiss her again. “Sweetheart,” I whisper, stroking her back. “If thinking you’re using me is what’s getting you off so fucking hard, I’m all too glad to be of service.”
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