Page 93 of Bitter Rival

I can’t believe he confessed to wanting to kiss me from the very first day at the airport.

When his legs hit the side of the bed frame, he tosses me onto the bed. I bounce a little on the mattress and push myself up on my elbows to watch him undress in the light of the blue moon.

He throws his T-shirt on the floor then toes off his sneakers, and pushes down his shorts and boxer briefs at the same time.

His cock, so hard and thick and long, springs free and juts straight toward me. He wraps his hand around the base and gives it a few strokes, his eyes on me.

My mouth waters. I want to taste him.

I get onto my knees and scoot closer until I’m kneeling right in front of him then wrap my hand around the base of his thick length and squeeze. He hisses, his hand sliding into my hair as I dip my head and lick a drop of pre-cum off the tip then wrap my lips around it.

“Fuck,” he groans, holding the back of my head and thrusting into my mouth. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured you on your knees with your lips wrapped around my cock?”

I peer up at him as I take him in as far as I can go, until his tip is nudging the back of my throat, and suck, my cheeks hollowed. His throat bobs on a swallow and his abs contract.

“Stop. I want to make this last,” he says, his voice strained.

I release him and sit back on my heels, running my tongue over my lips as he grabs a foil wrapper, rips it open, and rolls the condom over his erection.

“What do you want, Daisy?”

“I want you on top of me,” I say, my voice coming out breathy. “Crushing me under your weight.”

“Do you think you can handle me?” He pushes my shoulders back until I’m lying on the mattress and climbs between my thighs, gliding his tip between my folds.

“Pfft. You’re not that big.”

He snorts. “Guess we’ll see about that when you’re walking bow-legged tomorrow.”

He guides his tip to my entrance and pushes in slowly, inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt. “Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod mutely, trying to adjust to the fullness. It’s never felt like this before. “You can move now.”

“Thank fuck. Because I’ve used up my quota of gentleness.”

“Good. Then do your best. Ruin me.”

“With pleasure. But when I ruin you for all other guys, where will that leave you?”

“I’ll worry about that later.” And then he starts to move, and I forget about everything except for this.

My nails dig into his shoulders and I roll my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck. That sweet pussy of yours is so tight, princess.”

The pressure keeps building until I don’t think I can take it anymore. And just when I think that, he pulls out. “What are you doing?” I whimper.

He laughs and changes position, standing and dragging me to the edge of the mattress then draping my legs over his shoulders. He drives into me and if I thought it was good before, this is incredible.

At this new angle, he’s even deeper inside me. So deep that it’s almost too much. Almost.

“Fuck yes,” I grit out, balling the sheets in my fists.

He chuckles and then he thrusts harder and faster, setting a punishing pace with his grip tightening on my hips.

The headboard bangs against the wall with each thrust and the room is quiet, except for the sound of his grunts and my moans and our skin slapping against each other.

“I need you to come,” he says through clenched teeth. “Not sure how much longer I can hold out.”

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