The sexiest noises pour from her throat. Unbidden. Her breasts bouncing with every hip movement.
“A little more of me to go. You can do it.”
“There’s more?”
“God, you are going to make my head bigger. Take it, Tab. All the way down. Fuck yes, like that.”
As soon as she’s seated completely her head drops back, and a silent scream cuts through the room as she contracts around me.
“Yes, baby, tell me.”
A guttural moan escapes those perfect lips. I ride it out until she stops squeezing me, then I flip her again, landing on top. A cry of surprise bursts from her, but it cuts off when I thrust, hitting her deep.
She grabs my shoulders. “Oh my God.”
“Is it too much?”
“No, I just don’t know how I’m going to recover from this.”
The way she stares at me has me taking her in slow, measured strokes. “You are so sexy.” I kiss her neck, then along her jaw, then her mouth. She delves her fingers into my hair, tugging me closer.
Soon, she’s meeting me with her hips, a silent invitation to go faster. “Don’t hurt me, but take me how you want to.”
Oh, she really shouldn’t have said that.
I wrap my hands around her and sit back on my legs until she’s straddling my hips. Her breasts are squished against my chest, and her hair falls across her shoulders while I thrust up into her, pulling her ass down onto me in tandem. I thread my fingers into her hair, lips finding hers, kissing her until I’m breathless. She breaks away first and moans before biting my shoulder lightly.
Hell yeah, I love that.
My balls cinch up, and my strokes become more pronounced. “Sexy, I’m going to come. Are you close?”
In answer, she lets out a cry, her pussy spasming against me, which sends me over. I thrust one more time, burying myself deep while emptying inside her.
Fuuuck.
Our chests war against each other for breath.
“I’m not going to be able to walk for a week,” she says.
“Any excuse to keep you in my bed.”
“I think I’ll quit Pet Threads and become your sex slave.”
“Don’t fucking tempt me, Rapunzel.”
She chuckles into my neck, and I squeeze my eyes closed, smiling. My heart feels so light, unrestricted. It actually flutters in my chest.
This girl needs to be mine forever.
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Tab
Isidestep the man walking toward me, his head in his phone.
Man, I’m on fire today.
The two steaming cups of java from the café are safe, thank heavens. I slip through the opening in the revolving door and am let out inside the Wingate with its big, cathedral-like ceilings. The doorman calls out, “Good morning, Miss Riley.”
