“Rhys—”
“Only dirty-talkers get their nipples pinched.”
Why am I doing this?
Why am I torturing myself too?
I want to come.
I want to come inside her, hard and furious, until there’s nothing left of me.
But I want her to come again first.
“You should’ve fucked me from behind while I was cleaning up your mess,” she gasps while she rides me faster. “Snuck into the laundry room and pulled my pants down and fucked me with your long, thick, hard cock. There. In the bubbles.”
“Close enough.” I thumb her nipples, then pinch them both.
She cries out and grinds harder against me. “More.”
“You like?” I like.
I like the feel of her tight little nubs between my thumbs and fingers.
“Yes.”
One little word, and she has me at my breaking point. “Margot?—”
“How—so good?” she gasps. “Again?”
“Baby, I can’t—” I start, and then I feel it.
Those walls clenching around my dick.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m coming.” She grips my shoulders while she strains down against my cock, and I let go too, coming fast and thick and hot while she milks me with her sweet, hot, wet pussy.
“Fuck,yes,” I groan, my head dropping back while I let everything go.
Everything I have.
More.
Bursting out of me in an orgasm not just in my dick, but in my brain, in my heart, in my gut, in my soul.
I think this woman owns me now.
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CAN’T GET ENOUGH
Margot
I’ve never beena prude about sex.
But I’ve also never had my entire world blown like that before.
We stay in the truck, me splayed across Rhys, him with his arms spread as far as they can go in the confines of his truck, both of us panting until we catch our breath a while later.
“Again?” I finally whisper as I realize how dark it is outside.
