Page 60 of Hold Him Like Gravity

My lips kissed up his jaw, down his ear, the column of his neck, teasing the pulse with the tip of my tongue, then continuing down.

His breathing went fast and shallow as I kissed down his chest, then moved toward his stomach. His muscles tensed under the touch and his hand slapped down on the back of my neck as I kept moving lower. Not pushing, just holding on.

My lips met the waistband of his jeans, and I teased my tongue across it as my hand moved between to work his button and zipper free.

His breath sucked in as I reached inside, my hand closing around his thick cock.

A little whimper escaped me as my sex clenched, just the thought of him inside of me making me ache as I freed him from his pants before stroking him to the hilt.

Then I was leaning down, teasing my tongue around the head, down the underside of his length, loving the way his breath hissed out from between clenched teeth, how his fingers were crushing the back of my skull.

“Fuck,” he groaned as my lips finally closed around him, slowly sucking him deep.

His hips bucked when I took him as deep as I could. Then his hands were grabbing at my hair, gathering it and fisting it at the back of my neck.

“Look up at me,” he demanded, voice a gruff rumble that made my belly flip-flop. “Fuck,” he growled as my eyelidsfluttered open and I looked up at him with his cock still deep in my mouth.

Then I was working him. Slowly at first, like he liked to tease me, then harder and faster, the taste of him filling my mouth, his grunts and groans spurring me on.

Until, suddenly, his hand was grabbing my hair, the pain a strange sort of pleasure across my scalp as he kept pulling until I had no choice but to move back until his cock slid from between my lips.

He kept pulling until I was climbing back on his lap.

Then his lips were on mine again.

Hard, almost bruising, as my hips dropped down, and I felt his cock glide against my cleft, making a shiver rack my system.

A rumble moved through Rico as his body shifted and his hand slid into his back pocket.

He fumbled one-handed with it, finding what he was looking for, then pushing me back so he could reach between us and slide on the condom.

Finished, he pulled my hips back down, let me continue to rock against him as his lips claimed mine, kissing me long and hard until my mouth felt swollen and oversensitive.

I pulled back, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes as I lifted up, then shifted back until I felt his thickness against me, then slowly slid down.

His low curse mingled with my long moan as I slid down to the base.

His hands moved down to grab my ass, dragging me against him, drawing a whimper out of me.

“Ride me,” he demanded, voice a rough demand.

Then I was. Hesitantly, at first, finding the motion that felt the best, then harder and faster as the need built inside, a tightening sensation that twisted more and more with each passing second.

“That’s it,” Rico said as my walls tightened around him. “Come for me.”

Then I was, burying my face in his neck and crying out as the waves crashed through me.

Rico worked me through it, his hips rocking up into me, dragging it out.

And when the orgasm finally released its hold on me, I still found him hard inside of me.

“Not done with you yet,” he said, teeth nipping playfully at my lips.

His arm anchored around my hips, then he was turning, rolling me under him on the couch, his lips on mine as my legs wrapped around him.

Then he was fucking me.

Hard and deep, taking every bit of me with each thrust.

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