The grass cushioned the force of the drive as he sank inside my pussy, burying himself deep. The stretch of his cock was excruciatingly divine.
“Love how we fit together.”
I felt the first flinch of him pulling out to thrust again, and grabbed his hips. “Give me a sec.”
Ryan froze, breathing through the urge to move. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and slowly rocked my hips to coat his cock with my wetness and ease the fullness into something I could handle. Ryan never moved.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” he said as he buried his head in the crook of my neck and soothed me with warm, wet kisses. “Take your time.”
“What if I take forever?” I teased.
“You say that like it’s not exactly what I want.” He kissed across my jaw. “If I could, I’d live just like this.”
“I bet you would. My pussy is phenomenal.”
Ryan nipped my lower lip as I smiled. “Damn straight. You ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Give me a yes or a no, beautiful.”
I raked my fingers down the ridges of his chest, feeling those muscles through his t-shirt. I grabbed his hips and urged him to move. “Yes.”
Ryan pulled out, then pushed back in with so much restraint I knew it had to be physically painful for him.
“Fuck me,” I said. “I can take it.”
Dark eyes met mine. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I knew it was true in the deepest parts of my soul.
Ryan snapped his hips, driving into me again and again, only pausing to grind slow, deliberate circles against my clit.
I ached for his hands. For his mouth. For him.
He met me where I needed him, filling me to the hilt with each thrust. He cupped my breast, squeezing and kneading as I thrashed beneath him.
I cried out, then clapped my hand over my mouth as he drove me absolutely mad.
“Louder,” he grunted between thrusts.
I was delirious with need as I begged and pleaded for release in incoherent sentences.
This time, it was a commanding growl. “Louder.”
I tipped my head back, biting my lip as I whimpered. I could feel the orgasm coming closer and closer.
I wanted it.
“Let me hear it, Autumn.” He snaked his hand up the back of my neck and fisted the roots of my hair at the nape of my neck. “Since you ran this pretty mouth for so long about how much you didn’t want me, you’re going to have to beg twice as loud before I let you come.” He rocked the base of his shaft against my pelvis, teasing my clit. “Let me hear it.”
“Ry—”
“Not good enough,” he clipped. Two more thrusts and I was unravelling. “I’ll let you feel so good,” he teased. “Or I can keep you on edge all night. Your choice.”
“Ryan!Please!”
