“Or like this?” I lift her up and down.
“Anything that feels good.”
“It feels really good. All of it.”
“Get yourself off, sweetheart. Go for broke.”
She laughs, shifting her hips, exploring the motions. Rocking forward, lifting, settling back down.
I’m almost all the way inside now. She’s really taking me. Every, throbbing, stone-hard inch.
“See how well you take me?”
“Yes…”
Panting, locking my muscles to keep from unloading, I grit out, “You were made for me, Liberty. Fucking made for this dick.”
I attack her mouth, needing motion.
I will not grind her down, bounce her up, fuck her like an animal our first time together.
For now. Fuck. As long as I can take it.
No matter what, I will not scare her.
It would be a good time to have more hands. With one hand holding her steady, the other thumb on her clit, I’ve only got one way to play with her beautiful, tight nipples… with my tongue.
She jolts, her pussy flinching around me when I tip her back and growl, sucking her breast with a greedy moan.
That’s when she really opens for me. Letting me deep. Oh. My.Fuck.
Tight.
She’s all heat and slippery skin, gripping me so hard.
“That’s it, you’ve got me now, every inch of me,” I rasp, shifting to the other breast.
“Does it feel good?” She rises, slides down.
“Almost too good, baby. I’mdying.”
Her moan is husky, her skin heating against my mouth as she shifts, stabbing her fingers into my hair as she tests the motion of riding up and down on my cock.
“So good,” I choke out. “Look at you, angel, working all that big dick into your tight little pussy.”
“Spence,” she moans. “It’s… the stretch is… oh,my god.”
CHAPTER 23
Spence’s grip tightens just slightly, a tremor running through him. “You feel incredible. I’m so lost for you.” His voice is rough with honesty.
My breath stumbles. And then something earthshaking happens.
The energy between us shifts. The heat deepens into something else. Feels like I’m fallingintohim, not just moving on top of him.
Like the connection is pulling us closer, tightening, building between us in a way that blurs boundaries. I’m not one now. I’m part of a deeper connection with him.
“Spence…” My fingers curl against his shoulders, the tension rising in me like a wave I can’t hold back. “I’m getting close.”
