Page 90 of Glamour & Gumballs

He repeated the motion with my second leg, then lifted my hips slightly as he started thrusting in a little harder, and a little faster.

A cry tore through me at the sudden climax that hit, and I felt every inch of him as my body tightened around him, squeezing.

He swore, his cock throbbing violently as he lost control inside me.

We were both panting as the pleasure faded, but he was still hard as a rock.

He wanted more.

I did too.

“Will I ever get enough of you?” I moaned, as he moved just a little.

“I hope not.” He lowered my thighs from his shoulders. “I want you on your hands and knees.”

Lust made my lower body clench. “I’ve never been fucked that way.”

“I’ve never fucked anyone that way.”

“It’s another first for both of us, then.” I moved my hips, sliding him out of me before I rolled over to my hands and knees. The world spun again a little—I really needed to eat—but food was far from a priority.

Rhett rumbled when I lifted my ass in the air, and he gripped it in both hands. When he parted my cheeks, I sucked in a breath.

He dragged his thumb over my back entrance, using the slickness of our combined release to make the motion smooth.

My hips jerked at the touch.

“I’m going to fuck you here with my fingers, the next time I taste you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

“Is that a promise?”

He pressed his thumb just inside me, and I gasped at the foreign pleasure of it. “Yes.”

“I need you,” I panted, pushing my ass closer to him. “Don’t make me wait.”

His chest vibrated with his growl, and he thrust inside me a moment later, his finger still in my ass.

The sensation was too much, and I shattered with another cry, my hips jerking and my body tightening around his erection.

As I came down from the climax, Rhett gritted out, “The way you use my cock drives me fucking insane.”

“Then stop holding back.”

He snarled, abandoning my asshole to grip my backside with both hands.

He slammed into me, and I made a sound I wasn’t sure I ever had before.

My cries grew more frantic as our bodies moved together, thrusting and rocking.

When I finally lost control again, we came together.

I collapsed on the bed on my face as the final waves of pleasure rolled through me. I was still dizzy, and tired, and hungry—but none of those things mattered.

I was too blissed-out to care.

“Survival would’ve been a lot more fun if we could fuck through it,” I mumbled. “You should suggest that to Christina.

Rhett laughed, the sound free and happy in a way I didn’t think I’d ever heard him. It made my lips curve upward against the mattress. “You can suggest it yourself when you meet her.”

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