Page 12 of Ours to Keep

Releasing my dick, I lower my hand and wrap his in my fist, and he groans in approval.

Fuck, this man is my undoing.And that is precisely what I intend to do.

I lower my lips to the tip of his cock and swirl my tongue over the bead of pre-cum while still working his arse and fisting his shaft.

His resulting moans and writhing beneath me are all the encouragement I need. But after a few minutes, the beast inside me that wants to fuck rears its ugly head and gets the better of me.

I need more. Sitting back on my haunches, I pull my fingers free and release his dick at the same time. He lets out a sound of protest.But he'll be complaining for an entirely different reason soon.

If we had time and things weren't quite so precarious, there are a few other positions I'd gladly take him in right now. But this is perfect for what I need, which is him buried inside me.

I move from between his legs and straddle him.

“I want you inside me. Give me your fingers.”

He reaches out and raises his hand for me to suck his index and middle finger into my mouth, coating them with my saliva before I release them and lean forward until we're face to face. I wrap my hand around his shaft once more. My skin prickles in anticipation as his fingers graze the crease of my arse. I spread my legs a little more before he lowers them to my entrance, and slowly, too slowly, he begins to work them inside me.

“Harder,” I groan against his lips.

He doesn't disappoint, doing exactly as I asked. I kiss him with a deep, needed ferocity as he scissors me open.

“Fuck. I'm torn between riding your dick or fucking your arse,” I say, pulling back to stare at his darkened irises. I'm not sure which option he likes the idea of the most as he thrusts his cock intomy fist, seeking more friction.

“It's up to you, Riv,” he saysbreathlessly.“Take whatyou need. I'm here for it, and I’m all fucking yours.”

I crash my mouth to his, it's unrestrained as I devour him, his taste an addictive elixir, one Iwill never tire of. His fingers still work my arse with thesame vigouras our mouths, and my fist is around his ever-hardening cock. Releasing him, I reach for the lube, my decision made, and sit up, the action causing his fingers to hit me deeper, and I can't hold back my groan of pleasure. Popping the cap, I coat his dick with a generous amount and give him a few swift, hard strokes before holding him at the base.

He removes his fingers, allowing me to get into position. I guide his cock and position myself over his engorged head, letting it tease my hole. As much as I'm a glutton for delayed gratification, today is not the day. I push down and lift off a couple of times, bridging the ring of muscle before easing down and letting his rock-hard head inside me. The stretch stings, but fuck me, is it welcome. I take more, my eyes locked on Elliot’s as I take the rest of him.

“Fuck,” I say on a hiss of both pleasure and pain.

Elliot's eyes practically roll into the back of his head as he moans, sheathed inside me. I grind down hard.

Needing this to take the edge off, I build up speed, lifting off him and then slapping back down—flesh against flesh.

His gaze moves to where we're connected, watching my body take him deep. His hard length twitches as I clench around him.

“Jesus, Riv,” he moans, our heavy pants filling the air around us.

“Do you have any idea how fucking good it feels having you inside me,” I groan out through my teeth.

“As good as it is when you're inside me, I'd imagine,” he sasses back.

I reach out and wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze and grind down even harder on his dick.

“Fuck.” The word catches in his throat as my fingers tighten just a fraction, his dick pulsing inside me at the action.

My grip eases off, but I don't release his throat.I brace my other palm on his chest just as he reaches between us and grabs my shaft, his dark lust-filled gaze locked on mine.

Elliot's other hand grabs the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his as he thrusts up into me, the kiss as punishing as his deep thrust.

I swear he's growing even harder as he pumps my dick faster and with renewed vigour. And then his thumb swipes the head leaking with pre-cum, brushing my piercings at the same time, adding to my already heightening pleasure.

“Holy shit, Elliot. Do that again,” I demand, sitting back up.

He does not disappoint, allowing me to take what I need from him, fucking his dick harder. My body slaps against his, the sounds sinfully erotic, accompanied by our combined moaning and heavy breaths. I almost feel feral, wild, out of control as my body desperately chases that high that only he can give me.

I'm so hypersensitive and ready to succumb to my impendingorgasm, but I grit my teeth, trying to stave it off, wanting to get there and yet wanting to prolong the moment.

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