“Lot…” I groan, jaw tight, neck tendons straining. “I’m about to spill all over my hand.”
With a gloating smirk, she removes her hands from her body. I catch her wrist and bring her wet fingers to my lips and suck them into my mouth.
“I’m done playing. I need to fuck you. Now.”
“Condom,” she murmurs, when my mind had blanked on that.
Never have I forgotten about protection before. Around Lot, my brain is a fucking sieve.
She grabs her purse off the floor and digs inside, tossing me a packet and taking out a tube of lubrication and a purple compact case.
“My handy companion,” she says, shaking the case. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all. Toys are always welcome to the party.” I roll the thin latex over my erection, hissing from how hard I am.
She lubes up the handheld device that has a little suction head and straddles my thighs, bracing her knees on the couch.
I kiss her mouth, her breasts, lick and suck her nipples, my fingers sliding through her dripping hunger, rubbing up and down. “Christ, you’re soaked.”
“It’s all for you.”
Her words slam into me. My blood rages. I smack my hands on her ass, making the cheeks jiggle.
She moans and I smack them again with a little more sting. Then I lift her over me, my ab muscles flexing with anticipation and barely there restraint. She puts one hand on my shoulder and reaches beneath her to position my cock.
I feel the head start to push past the ring. Sweat trickles down my spine as she sinks lower and just keeps going, until her ass is flush against my thighs.
She emits a cry and a breath whooshes out of me. She’s so warm and tight. All these years of yearning and now I’m sheathed inside her for the first time, our faces, mere inches apart.
She closes her eyes, and I can sense her agitation, feeling overwhelmed too.
“Web?”
Her lids flutter open, gazing up from under thick lashes. Our joined bodies strain with the need to mate, but neither of us move. Not yet. Silence. Stillness. Only the mingling of our quick, heavy breaths.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs, regaining control. Then without warning, she starts to ride me. Slowly at first, swiveling her hips, building the tension before she goes wild like a Saturday-night cowgirl on a mechanical bull. Her ass slams against my thighs, moans streaming from her throat.
Lust boils in my veins, bubbling over. I clutch her hips tighter and drive upward, pumping into her, feeling her clenching around my cock. Her breasts bounce up and down as she takes the force of eachthrust with a counter thrust of her own. It’s rough and raw. Complete. Fucking. Heaven.
The room is drenched with heat and filled with the wet slap of our bodies. I never want this to end. I could fuck her for hours, for days, for—I let that word die.
Neither of us is vocal, too lost in the moment to even speak. Every filthy, dirty, lusty word sticks in my head, in my throat. My chest. My body fights not to come too soon. I fumble on the couch for the vibrator that she seems to have forgotten. Lot takes it from me and slides it between her legs, flipping the switch to start the vibration. I feel the buzz powering through her to me.
She throws her head back, moaning like a woman possessed. Her eyes are glazed and out of focus. I take a nipple into my mouth, layering in another sensation.
“Gawwwd, Dice.” She works the toy against her clit while winding her hips over my cock. Her thighs tremble as her teeth clamp over her rosy bottom lip.
I lunge upward. Once, two times. On the third, a keening sob rips out of her… then sharp shudders rack her luscious body.
It’s a thing of beauty watching her in the throes of pleasure, feeling her hard contractions squeezing me. I wait until she’s slipping down the other side before I pull out and flip her onto her back against the couch, dislodging the toy.
“I want to be on top,” I pant. “Hold you down and give you every fucking inch of me.”
She makes a little mewling noise as I spread her legs wide and sink into her with one long plunge. Then I slide back out, feeling the clutch of her body trying to gain hold.
I push back in.
