“Ride… him?”
“Yeah, Sugar. That’d mean you’re on top.”
The thought sends a thrill.
“So, like this?” I ask, grinding my hips down against Rage’s cock, my pussy dragging along him.
“That could work, but imagine that with him inside of you.” Rowan’s whisper sends a tantalizing feeling down my spine.
My strawberry shortcake perfume explodes out from me.
“Yes,” Rage nods, gripping my hips and lifting me. “That.”
With Rowan’s guidance and my hands resting against Rage’s chest for balance, I quickly find that if I’m straddling Rage, resting on my thighs alone, because of how large he is, both in general size and in length, that I truly can’t move.
My forehead rests against Rage’s shoulder, his thick leather scent teasing me as I catch my breath. Will I ever get used to the stretch of his cock?
He’s so massive, in this position, I swear I can feel him in my lungs.
“More,” Rage growls, his hips shifting.
“You’re right,” I pant, glancing at Rowan for guidance. “I want to move.”
“You could try resting on your heels instead of your thighs,” Rowan suggests.
I let out a startled gasp as Rage’s length shifts inside of me as I move into the new position, the cheeks of my ass flush against Rage’s hips as I rest on my heels with him inside of me.
My eyes go wide as I start rising, my one hand braced on Rage’s chest, the other on his shoulder.
“Oh God,” I gasp, the delicious friction making me dizzy.
“Holy fuck are you two hot,” Rowan murmurs, leaning over and brushing a few soft kisses along my spine as he reaches forward and cups my breasts.
Rage’s hands rest on my hips, guiding me up and down tomaintain our rhythm when I start to tire. He works me up and down his shaft like I’m all his and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
I lean forward, pressing my lips against his in a hungry kiss.
With both of us focused on the feel of him inside of me, the kiss is a messy meeting of lips and teeth, but neither of us care.
Rage breaks the kiss with a growl, his chest heaving under my hands. My eyes flutter open, going wide when I see the red lines my nails are leaving on the skin there.
He doesn’t seem to share my concern, tilting his neck and scraping his teeth up against where my shoulder meets my neck.
“Bite,” he growls.
“Please,” I whine, my hips shifting. “I want you to bite me. Please, Rage. I need it. I need it so bad.”
My words come out in a jumbled series of gasps and pants.
Rowan reaches around Rage’s hold on my hips, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing small, tight circles around the little bundle of nerves.
Time seems to slow down and speed up at the same time, the world in me falling away to a pinpoint focus around how good I feel right now.
“Oh my God!” I cry out, my inner walls clamping down uncontrollably around Rage.
“Mine!” Rage growls, using his hold on my hips to slam me down on his knot.
It’s at that moment that he reaches up, angling my head with a hold at the base of my neck and sinks his teeth into me, marking me. Bonding me.
