Page 19 of Healing Love

He lifts me up by my hips, hovering me over his already hard dick.

“Ride my fucking cock like a good girl.”

I moan at his words and sink down on his hard shaft.

Elliot hisses out a breath once I’m fully seated on him. I wiggle my hips, getting used to feeling him like this. Then, I lift up on my knees until he’s almost all the way out and impale myself on him.

“Brielle,” he groans, sounding almost in pain. “You feel so damn good.”

I continue bouncing up and down, grinding my hips each time, hitting my clit on his pubic bone. Elliot leans up slightly and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth while squeezing my other breast in his hand.

“Ah, yes, yes…” I moan. He switches, licking and kissing his way over to my other breast.

“Fucking love these tits, baby.” Elliot pushes them together and licks up my cleavage.

I get another wicked idea, unsure of where these dirty thoughts are coming from. I guess I just needed some inspiration from a grumpy ex-Army Ranger. A picture of Elliot sticking his dick in between my breasts while I squeeze them together for him fills my mind. It’s so taboo, but the image alone has a wave of wetness pouring out of me.

"What were you just thinking about? I feel you gushing all over me," he grunts out in between thrusts. My cheeks burn as I feel a blush taking over my face. “Don’t be shy, Brielle. I want to know what turns you on.”

“I, um… I… was thinking about your dick,” I manage to get out.

“Yeah?” he grunts, meeting me thrust for thrust. “What about my dick?”

“Uh… about you sticking it between my breasts.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, sounding almost pained. “You want me to titty fuck you, baby? Want me to slide my huge cock between your gorgeous tits, right into your mouth?”

“God, yes,” I breathe out. More wetness pours out of my pussy at his dirty words. I love it. My eyes close and my hands find their way to my breasts as I knead them and pluck at my nipples. My nerves tingle, my muscles tense, my movements become jerky.

“That’s it, honey. Take what you need from me.”

I roll my hips two more times and then throw my head back, crying out as my orgasm slams into me. Elliot grabs my hips and continues a relentless pace as he fucks up into me, riding out my orgasm.

I’m still coming down when I feel us shift, Elliot flipping me on my back and pressing me into the bed. He’s still deep inside of me as he gathers my wrists in one of his large hands and pins them above my head.

“Gonna fuck you nice and hard, now, love. After you come on my cock again, I’m gonna stick my dick in those luscious tits.”

“Yes, please,” I pant out.

He growls and leans down to kiss me. It's messy and passionate and perfect. Then, Elliot leans back on his heels and guides one of my legs over his shoulder, and then the other. He pulls out and slams into me, letting out a primal noise as he hits the end of me. Again and again, he bottoms out, tearing me apart in the most exquisite way.

I’m still so swollen and sensitive from my first orgasm that it doesn’t take much for him to wind me up again.

“Fucking love this pussy. Want to stay buried deep inside of you for the rest of my life. You want that too, Brielle?”

“Yes, yes… oh, god…” The coil snaps and I feel my pussy convulse around his cock again and again. Elliot reaches down and rubs my clit, causing me to jerk and spasm beneath him, one orgasm rolling into another.

“So beautiful, Brielle. Love watching you come. You’re gorgeous.”

Elliot pulls out of me and slips two fingers deep inside of my cunt, scooping out my release before rubbing it in between my breasts.

“Push your tits together, Brielle. Make them nice and tight for me.”

I do as he says, hot liquid pooling in my belly again at his words. God, I can’t imagine coming again, but I’m impossibly turned on right now. He straddles me and strokes his cock once, twice, and then shoves his length in between my breasts.

I open my mouth and suck the head of his cock each time he thrusts forward.

“Shit, Brielle, you like that? Like when I fuck your big tits?”

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