Needy.
Panting.
On fucking fire for my dick.
Her tits jiggling on every thrust has me gritting my teeth. The way she holds her body upright with her hands splayed against the bar beneath her has my mouth lowering to suck her nipple as she throws her head back. Payden is just as needy as me, it seems, and I’m glad. I didn’t mean to be a dick, but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure she even wanted me again, and that whole chicks being needy thing had me acting like a jerk.
What I need is her. This might just be sex, but it feels so damn good.
“Right there, oh, don’t stop,” she cries as I ram her in and out, rolling my hips as she juts that chest out even farther toward me. I cup her tit, squeezing it as she gasps.
“These perfect titties are mine, you got me?”
“Y-yes.”
She’ll fucking agree to anything when I’m inside her.
“So fuckin’ perfect.” I slap the other, then replace the sting with my mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” she groans.
“You like these needy tits bein’ played with, Angel?”
“Fuck yes.”
She tightens her legs around my waist and I suck harder. I feel it when her pussy contracts, sending her into another spiral as she shouts out my name.
This woman is gonna give me a goddamn heart attack. But what I need is her riding me while I lay down. That is my fucking fantasy.
I pull out and chuckle when she groans her annoyance. I hop up next to her, then pull her over my lap. “Ride me, baby, ride this big dick.”
Her eyes widen in slight surprise, but she complies, unclipping her bra as she drops it on the floor. Her skirt is still rucked up around her waist, but that’s all she has on. I manage to kick my boots off, then tug my jeans down, and myshirt vanishes over my head. I love it when Payden forcefully undresses me.
And then she’s sinking down as I hold her hips. We’re both watching where we’re joined, both have hooded eyes because this pleasure feels so good it’s gotta be sinful.
“Ever think you’d be ridin’ me like this?” I mutter when I lift her hips, then she slams back down on me.
“Never,” she admits. “But I like it.”
With my back on the hardwood, I ignore the pain. The theory was hot, but the reality ain’t all that comfy. However, I’m distracted by my girl as she rides me with a ferocity that matches mine.
Up and down. Up and down. Fuck yeah.
Her hands press against my chest as she bounces down, every single movement has my balls tightening and it’s as if I can’t get enough of this woman.
“Logan,” she moans.
“You can take it.”
“So good,” she murmurs, and I love how uneven her breath is. How she can’t make sense of her own words, and how her body moves in the dull light. She is perfect. I could watch her forever.
“Seems a pity to replace this bar now,” I say. “Might have to snag it as a keepsake.”
She grinds down, ignoring me, chasing her orgasm, and I love it. I love how she takes what’s rightfully hers, and my body is more than willing to give it.
“Logan, I’m coming,” she cries. “Oh, god…”
I ram up, pistoning my hips with newfound energy. This woman has me spent, but my orgasm is also calling.
