Page 152 of Best Served Cold

I sighed and wrapped myself around him, losing myself in his kisses as he pressed me into the mattress.

After a long while, he tore his lips from mine, his pupils blown and his cheeks flushed.

“Oh shit,” I breathed as he crawled down my body. “Ughn.” I groaned and carded my fingers through his hair, wanting that extra connection as he swallowed me deep.

Watching him suck me was nearly as hot as the act itself. Seeing my length moving in and out of his mouth, hearing his rumbling sighs and feeling his moans as they vibrated up my shaft had me hurtling toward my release in only minutes.

Not wanting to come yet, I spread my legs and tugged him off my dick.

He fumbled for the lube and quickly slicked up his fingers. Then he was on me again, kissing me like his life depended on it as he pressed one finger against my hole.

Now that I knew what the fuck to do, I bore down, letting him in as he pushed inside me.

He groaned against my mouth and crooked his finger over my prostate. A jolt of pleasure shot through me. Desperate for more, I bumped my hips up, forcing him to go faster and deeper.

“Give me two,” I mumbled against his lips.

Groaning, he worked another finger inside me. The stretch wasn’t as bad as last time, and the burn was better too.

“Do you need three?” he asked between kisses.

“Yeah.”

He worked in a third. He was gentle, but I forced my body to relax, remembering how good it had felt when he’d finally gotten his dick in me.

“I’m ready.” I pushed his hair back from where it had fallen over his forehead. “Do you want me to flip over?”

“Can I take you like this?” he asked, his eyes shy as he bit the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah.” My chest squeezed. I wanted to be able to see him, and it meant everything that he wanted that too.

He lifted off me enough to slick up his cock, then he was back between my legs.

“How is this supposed to work?” I asked, feeling more than a little awkward as his dick bumped my inner thigh.

“Lift your legs. That should help with the angles.”

I did. He hooked his arms under my knees and planted his hands on the bed, tilting me backward.

“Can you line me up?”

Reaching between us, I fit his broad cockhead against my hole.

“I’m ready,” I said before he could ask.

He dropped a quick kiss on my lips and pushed in.

I wasn’t a fan of this part, and I had to fight my instincts to not clench up. We both groaned when he popped through my outer ring.

Needing more, I hooked my hand around the back of his neck and tugged him down for a kiss, not caring that I was bent in half.

My eyes burned as he pushed into me, moving slow as he kissed me with so much tenderness it made my head spin.

This wasn’t just sex, this was making love.

“Okay?” he asked when his thighs brushed my ass.

“Yeah,” I rasped, my chest tight with emotion.

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