Page 101 of The Longshot

“Harder,” I demand in place of a response. Though, I don't know how it can get physically any harder than this.

“Careful what you wish for.” Gary lifts one of my legs so that it hangs along his shoulder, thrusting his throbbing member at least another inch inside of me as I learn the meaning behind his statement.

Fuck.

“How does that feel?” Gary's thrusts are practically that of a fucking porn star as he steadies his grasp on my hips and kisses along my neck. “Hmm, does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I moan out, clutching onto his shoulders. “So good…” I can hardly breathe. “So good, Gary”

“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.” Gary grasps a hold of my chin gently, our faces meeting as one. “You’re mine, Chelsie. All mine.”

“I’m yours,” I happily agree. I could never imagine anyone but him doing these things to me… I’d never want anyone but him to.

“Now, come over here.” Gary pulls out, bringing my leg down and guiding me over to the chair across the room, where he takes a seat.

“What… what do you want me to do?” I’m naïve enough to ask.

He smirks with confidence. “Isn’t it obvious?” He pulls me onto his lap. “I want you to ride me,” he guides my hips so that I sink into him, groaning out in relief as I take all of him in at once.

“Atta girl.” This time, it’s Gary who can’t suppress the emotions on his face as I circulate my hips. “That’s it, baby.” He dances his tongue along each of my nipples, spending an equal amount of time pleasuring both. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs into my chest. “You’re a Goddamn work of?—”

“Shush.” I don’t know why I do it, but I slap my hand over his mouth. Instantly, I can’t help but regret it, but I watch Gary’s eyes crease into a devious smirk as, finger by finger, he peels my hand back. Somehow, I don’t feel remorse… I feel release.

“I see. You wanna be a bad girl instead?” Gary shifts to stand, displacing me so that I’m no longer riding him. “Then I’ll show you what happens to bad girls.”

Within an instant, I’m bent over the bench as he slowly re-enters, only this time punishing me with an inch at a time.

“Gary.” I grit my teeth, pushing back into him to propel him deeper. He fights it. “Please.”

“This is what happens to bad girls, Chelsie.” This game of cat and mouse makes him smirk as he leans in and clutches a hold of my ass. “They get punished when they do bad things.”

“Gary…” I plead as I say his name. “More. Now.”

He smirks. “Fine, but only on one condition. Okay?”

I bite down on my bottom lip in anticipation as he turns me around and speaks directly into my mouth. “That I get to feel you come against me.”

I gulp nervously. It’s a tempting proposition, but one with a stark reality that lies ahead. The truth is, I’ve never been able to come undone from sex alone. It’s always taken more. What if I can’t follow through? What if I?—

“Don’t fall victim to that pretty little head of yours.” It’s like he can read my mind. “If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, I’ll gladly finish you off…” he licks his lips. “You know I will.”

My flushed cheeks turn into a bright shade of red as I agree to the plan, and within an instant he increases his pace and fills me up. It’s a bewildering sight, watching him so tense through the reflection of the glass. I’ve never seen him so on edge. So close to releasing.

Fuck, it’s a mental image I’ll never forget.

“Come for me, Gary,” I instruct, the request making him pulsate below. “That’s it. I want to feel you come for me?—”

My words are cut short as Gary arches his head back in pleasure—my remark tipping him over the edge, and he unloads inside of me.

“Fuck, Chelsie,” he calls out my name as he rides out the climax. The tips of his hair are dampened with sweat as he eventually pulls out and hovers above my face, flashing me a cheeky look once he’s finished.

“What?” I can’t help but feel amused with myself as he pants for air.

“Fuck… I just love that dirty little mouth,” he remarks. “Who would’ve thought?”

I shy into my hand. Not me, I’m the first to think. I hadn’t known I was capable of saying things like this until now—until Gary.

“Don’t go all shy, baby girl,” he reassures me. “Let’s just say…” He wipes some dirt up from the plant pot to his right and rubs it along the tip of my nose playfully. “I like you a little dirty.”

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