Page 91 of Wildest Dreams

“Oh my god,” her head rolls back, hands pressed against my chest as she takes a moment.

“You feel so damn good,” my hand cups her face and she leans into it just as her hips begin to circle over me. A low moan passes my lips as she takes control, legs widening as she sits lower, sucking my cock deep inside of her. “Fuck,” I rasp, my teeth grazing against her jaw as she rocks back and forth, her pants growing louder.

The front door goes and we both freeze, and just as I am about to lift her from me, she lifts herself slightly and my eyes fall between our bodies, my cock glistening and coated in her arousal, it pulses inside of her. She rests her feet onto the soft mattress, fingers curling around the top edge of the headboard as she slides herself up and down my throbbing cock.

I moan every time she lowers herself down, rolls her hips forward then lifts herself up again before sliding down my cock. The sound of whiskey filling glasses and clattering makes my breath hitch, but on my exhale my moans echo around the room.

“Tripp?” I hear the sound of my brother calling my name, my eyes roll into the back of my head, whimpering as her cunt tightens around my cock, sucking me deep inside of her.

“I’ll go check on him shortly, let me get this drink in me first,” Riggs grunts.

“You need to be quiet, baby, can you do that for me?” she whispers, knowing exactly what she is doing. The bedroom dooris open and knowing that they could walk in at any minute sends a thrill through me and has me whimpering a little louder as she rides me like a damn fucking pro bull rider.

“You like me fucking you like this Tripp?” she asks, smirking as her sweet cunt slides up and down my cock with ease, arousal dripping from her pretty pussy.

My eyes roll in the back of my head as she moves a little faster.

“You like watching the way your huge cock fills me to the hilt?”

“Fuck Dixie,” I rasp, fingers digging into her hips as my spare hand skims down her shimmering stomach.

My moans grow louder as her tight little cunt clenches around me.

“I'm so close,” she pants just as my fingers rub her clit.

“Your pussy looks so fucking good with my cock fucking it,” I rasp, moaning as my eyes lift to hers, watching as she slowly begins to unwind, coming undone thrust by thrust.

“Quiet,” she whispers, “they're going to hear you.”

But I don't care, I can't stop my moans. With each roll of her hips, with each thrust of my cock inside her pussy is one stroke closer to exploding and filling her tight cunt with my cum. She's everything I dreamed she would be.

She covers my mouth just as she lifts herself to the tip of my cock, teasing me as she lets the swollen head of my cock sit inside her wet, hot pussy, hovering ever so slightly as she slips me just inside her cunt, in small, teasing, pulses.

“There's a good boy. You're going to come for me now, I want you to fill my pussy full of you,” she moans as my fingers dance across her clit, and with one last roll down onto my cock, I whimper behind her hand as I pulse deep inside of her. That’s when I feel her body sag, finally giving in, as she rides me deep and hard into the mattress as her own orgasm crashes over her.My eyes are full of lust, watching mesmerised as her back arches on top of me and I drag her hand away from my mouth, leaning forward, arms around her back as my hot and needy mouth finds her full tits, tongue wrapping around her nipples as I suck. They leak onto my tongue, my eyes widen, but I continue as her whimpers fill the room, her body trembling as she comes all over my cock. Her legs shake and her breaths shallow as our heads press together. We don’t relish in our hot as fuck sex, because she is rolling off me and then I see her eyes widen.

“We didn’t…” she pauses, reaching for her nightie and panties as she pulls them on with quickness.

“I’ve not been with anyone since…”

She blinks a couple of times, head tilting.

“Only you Dixie,” I breathe, chest rising and falling, feeling laid open and vulnerable in front of her, my heart beating openly in my chest, waiting for her to wreck me again. “It’s only ever been you,” I rasp as I pull my sheet over me, covering myself up.

“Tripp,” her eyes glass, head dropping for just a moment. “I'm sorry,” she chokes, and I want to be there, holding her, wiping the tear that is no doubt rolling down her cheek away with my thumb.

“Why are you sorry?” I find myself sitting forward, hanging on every word that falls past her lips.

“For leaving you, for running...”

“It's okay Dix, I promise it's okay.”

She shakes her head from side to side and finally, after what feels like a lifetime, she looks at me. Blue eyes full of her unshed tears, and like I predicted, a glistening streak of wetness drawing a glittering line down her pink cheeks.

“I broke your heart.”

“And I broke yours too, I am sure,” I whisper.

“You were never with anyone else...” she sniffles, wrapping her arms around her body.

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