Page 74 of Tight End

I’ve never felt so exposed, so on display, but seeing him like this, seeing how he’s affected by me, is empowering.

At a measured pace, I bring a hand between my thighs, drawing light circles around my clit. I whimper, pinching my nipples with the other hand, rolling them between my fingers, imagining how it felt when Ryan touched me. That night was always on replay every time I touched myself, and his name was either a silent cry or a whispered promise.

He groans again, taking a step closer, moving his hand up and down his shaft. Watching him jack himself off is a thing of beauty, and I can’t look away. “So wet already. So needy. You want this dick, Princess?”

“Yes.”

“Then be a good girl and come for me. Get that pussy ready for my cock.”

His hand works faster, pumping up and down his dick, and I can’t help the whimper that falls from my lips. I can’t wait to have him inside me, moving against me, claiming me. I wanthim to fill me up, stretch me around him, and more than anything I want to fall apart in his arms.

I move my fingers faster, working my clit at the same pace he’s fucking his fist. I dip down to my pussy, gathering some of the moisture, before going up to my clit. My hips lift off the bed as I move against my hand, grinding myself into my fingers.

“That’s it, Princess. I can’t wait to fuck you so hard the only name you remember is mine.”

His words push me over the edge and I fall apart. My thighs shake and my mouth opens on a silent plea. His eyes harden, his jaw clenches, and he takes another step forward, fucking his hand so hard, so fast. He grunts, curses, and then leans forward, painting my abdomen with ropes of his cum.

“Fuck yes.” His words are a tortured groan as he drags his fingers through the mess on my body. He trails a lazy finger around my nipple, painting me with him before gathering some of it on two of his fingers.

He keeps his eyes on mine, a savage smile working its way across his face as he slips those fingers inside me.

Fuck.

That shouldn’t be hot, but it is. I want him to fill me with his cum. I want to drip with it for days. Something is wrong with me.

“No, baby. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to drip with my cum.” His smirk is positively devious and holy shit—shoot—did I really say that out loud? “I hope you’re on the pill, because I intend to fill you up.” He trails his fingers through it again, this time bringing it to my mouth. “Taste what you do to me.”

THIRTY-FIVE

Ryan

The second June’slips wrap around my finger, licking the cum with a small moan, I almost lose it. Again. It’s been seconds and I’m already hard, my dick throbbing.

I didn’t plan on coming all over her, but I’ve got to admit, I like how she looks covered in me. More than anything, though, I want to fill her with every last drop. She wants me to be dripping out of her for days, and I don’t want it to ever stop.

I want to possess her.

And never fucking let her go.

I crawl up her body, and her eyes fly open, going to the space between us. “Let me clean up. I don’t want to get it all over you.”

I laugh, swirling a hand through the cum. “You think I’m afraid of a little mess?” I run my hand down the center of my chest before grabbing the front of her throat. “Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you into this mattress. We’re both going to be destroyed by the time I’m done.”

“Yes,” she hisses, her legs shifting beneath me. “Ryan.”

“Yes, what?” My fingers tighten around her throat, loving the way her lashes flutter, and her body arches up to meet mine. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, Ryan. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Fuck. I’m already so hard for you.”

I don’t go slow. I don’t give her time to adjust. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside her, there’s no way I can be gentle. There will be plenty of time for that later. My control is barely hanging on, and if I don’t get inside her, I’m going to snap.

I surge forward, burying myself to the hilt in her tight pussy. She feels better than I remembered. She quivers around me, her legs banding around my waist, and I can’t help the guttural groan that escapes me.

It’s been too long.

She’s so tight.

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