“Ride me.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Max
I help guide her until she’s hovering just above my cock, the angry head notched perfectly against her entrance. I’m so desperate to feel her—all of her—that I’m fighting the fiery urge to slam her down onto me and fuck her senseless.
We groan in unison as she finally starts to sink, inch by inch, her tight heat swallowing me whole.
“Fuck, Gemma,” I grind out. “You weremadefor me.”
Her palms flatten against my chest, then she hooks her toes under my shins for leverage and begins to move. She starts with slow, deliberate circles. Every downward grind has me sinking deeper, stretching her.
I can’t wait to come inside her, claim her like she’smyproperty.
She moves as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. And I bet she bloody does. Those needy little cries, the way her perfect tits bounce each time she sinks down onto me, the way her soft belly moves with her, the way her head tips back, chanting my name as if I’m her very own sacred vow.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, my hands gripping her hips.
She smirks, her cheeks stained the most glorious pink.Her hands slide further up my chest to land on my shoulders as she picks up her pace.
“You feel so, so good,” she moans, her eyes hooded.
I can feel every ridge, every curve, every inch of her perfect little pussy as it grips me like a vise.
Grasping her hips, I pound into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. The sound of skin slapping together fills the large room, echoing off the walls as I thrust into her.
“Ah! Max! I think you’re touching my cervix.”
“I am, baby, I can feel you,” I grit out.
“Do you like watching me ride you?” she asks, breathless.
“I would frame this moment if I could,” I say. “You’re so gorgeous like this.”
I don’t just like it. I’m obsessed. The image of her riding me has scored itself into my memory. Now I’ve had her, I know I’ll never get enough.
She feels as perfect as I imagined. All those nights I spent jerking myself off to the image of her, doing exactly this, taking her pleasure from me. Falling apart forme.
I keep my pace, releasing a hand to reach for her perfect breast. She gasps as I knead and squeeze, pinching and pulling her taut, rosy nipple.
“I love your cock,” she breathes.
“Show me,” I say raggedly. “Show me how much you love coming all over my cock.”
I swap out her nipple for her ripe clit, sucking my thumb and pressing it against her hot little bud. She’s absolutely saturated.
“I don’t need any lube, do I? You’re soaked, you greedy girl.” I rub her while she grinds herself all over me. Her fingernails dig into my skin, sure to leave a mark, but I don’t care. I want them all.
“Ah!” she cries, tipping her head back. My eyes trace the delicate curve of her swan-like neck, imagining pressing myhand there to feel her pulse flutter. Gripping until she sees stars before releasing the pressure for her to come for me.
“You make me so wet,” she says, her voice coming out in breathy moans.
She lifts herself up, just enough for the tip of my cock to almost fall out, before dropping back down with a wet slap.
“Yeah. Just like that,” I hiss, my hands burrowing into her soft flesh as she continues building her rhythm. Her tits sway and her breath catches as her movements slow from exertion, but she doesn’t let up. I can tell that the fire in my eyes sparks something inside her, spurring her on. The sounds we’re making are obscene. Debauched. I’m completely at her mercy.
She releases my shoulders, scratching a line down my stomach before cupping her breasts, pinching herself. She breathes and pants as she tugs and rubs her tits, pressing them together, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she bounces up and down.
