“What are you doing?” I gasp.
“You want to ride my face so bad? I’m doing it properly. Now grab the headboard and enjoy the ride.”
I haveneverdone it in this position before. I thought it felt good before, but when he slides two fingers inside of me, it hits deeper than they were before. I moan out his name, my head falling forward as my hips grind against him. He’s right. This position makes it so much easier to take control.
I know I should be concerned with suffocating him, but I’m chasing that high, and I won’t stop until I get it.
He doesn’t seem to mind. He licks and sucks, moving his fingers in tandem with my body’s own movements until I finally come. A high-pitched noise comes out of me as my fingers cling to his headboard.
When I finally come down, I plop next to him on the bed. Moments later, we hear music turn on loudly.
“Oh god. They heard me, didn’t they?” I cover my face with my hands. “How embarrassing.”
Wyatt laughs. “Don’t worry. They won’t say anything. You know what this means though, right?”
I peek out from behind my fingers to look at him. “What?”
His smirk grows. “I can make you scream as loud as I want.”
This isn’t how I expected my night to end, but I can’t complain. This is better than anything I could have ever imagined.
Eating Lyla’s pussy is easily my favorite activity. It beats out hockey by miles. If I had to choose only one thing to do the rest of my life, it would be this. The way her eyes glaze over as herbody gives in to the pleasure I demand of it. The soft smile she has as she pants. It is all an aphrodisiac.
My cock is hard and ready for more. I won’t jump into this lightly though. I meant it when I told her that this would mean more than she realizes. Once I take her, I know I will never be the same again. I have been in love with her for so long that it feels like this moment is monumental. Almost as important as hearing her tell me she loves me for the first time.
Moving to position myself between her legs, I open the condom and slide it on. I position myself at her entrance.
“Wait,” she says.
I freeze. I will stop if she asks me to, but fuck if my dick will forgive me for it.
“Don’t you want me to get you ready?” she asks.
I grab her hand, putting it under mine on my cock. “Do I feel like I need to get ready?” I ask her.
She slowly shakes her head.
“I’m always ready when it comes to you, Lyla. My cock is always hard for you.”
She licks her lips before leaning up to press a kiss to my lips. I take her lead, pushing her back while covering her body with my own. I continue to kiss her as I slowly press inside of her.
She groans into my mouth, but I capture the sound. I plan to make her scream, but I want this for myself. The knowledge that she enjoys feeling me inside of her.
Pulling out, I thrust in a little further. It takes a few times before I am fully planted inside of her, my eyes never leaving hers.
“You feel so good,” she moans as her pussy flutters around me.
“Not half as good as you feel clenched around me,” I tell her.
“Tell me how it feels.” She looks up at me, lust evidenced on her face.
If my girl wants dirty talk, she’s going to get it.
“You feel like you were made for me. The way your pussy clings to my cock like it doesn’t want to let it go. You want my cock inside of you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans out, her pussy clenching around me once more.
“That’s right. Don’t let it go. My cock loves being inside of you. Can you feel it?” I ask, making it jerk.
