Page 201 of Remy

I wish I knew so I could make sure we stay like this. In tune and fated.

“Do you still think you can stop me from fucking you?” He grinds his dick between my thighs, sliding along the slick ridge of my pussy.

I close my eyes, hating myself for the promise.

“Yes,” I breathe, the feel of him already coaxing me toward climax.

A few more strokes and I’ll be done for.

It’s ridiculous. I’m a mess.

“Good.” He nuzzles my neck, scraping his teeth along my carotid. “Because I’m free-falling. I’m relying on you.” He smacks my ass. “Now get on the bed.”

My skin breaks out in goose bumps as I step away to sit on the comforter.

“Hands and knees, Ollie, and stay close to the edge of the mattress. I want access to the heaven between your thighs while you suck my cock.”

My limbs tremble with the compliance then he’s right there, his legs leaning into the side of the bedframe as he palms his dick and guides it toward me.

“Take it slow.” He slides his free hand down my back, over my ass. “I’m not ready for this to end.”

I nod, my tongue lapping at his slit, but then his fingertips brush my clit through the opening of my ravaged panties and I can’t stop myself from taking him to the back of my throat with a needy groan.

“Shit.” He fists my hair as his fingers plunge inside me, controlling me while he works me up.

But it’s no use. I can’t stop rocking back and forth, already a greedy mess for the friction between my thighs.

“Ollie.”

The masculine warning does nothing to ease my craving.

I squeeze my core around him, my cheeks hollowing with my rabid suction.

“Fuck,” he snarls. “You feel so good.”

I whimper around him, releasing him momentarily to tell him, “I’m so close to coming it’s insane.”

He groans, edging another finger inside me. “Do it.” He pistons his digits. “Show me how you take my dick while you lose control.”

I suck on him like my life depends on it for no reason other than I fucking love it—the excitement it brings, the power I hold.

I come undone, crying out my pleasure around his cock, grinding wildly against his hand.

“That’s my girl.” He keeps working me over the crest, extending the pleasure as he continues to fuck my mouth.

I’m breathless by the time the clenching inside me fades.

“My turn.” He pulls back, dragging his length from my mouth and hand from my core.

I whimper at the loss but watch in fascination as he coats his dick with the slickness on his fingers, then jerks the head of his shaft in fast, commanding strokes.

He stares down at me with heated longing, face pinched, breaths panting. “You did this.” He grabs my jaw with his free hand, dragging me upright, slamming his mouth on mine as he groans so deep and low.

Then I feel it, his cum purged against my stomach, over and over again.

Dear Lord, I could climax again from the mere sensation of him marking me.

It’s too soon when he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine, his heated breaths brushing my lips. “You’ve got no business being this perfect.”

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