Page 84 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

And your hands.

And your mouth.

“You caught me.”

“Waiting on a command.” Miles winks and, despite the flush creeping up my chest and into my cheeks, I’m not exactly embarrassed by my appreciation of his body.

“Get over here.”

Miles kneels on the bed, crawling to me and settling between my legs. Bracing his body with one arm, he takes his other hand to position himself against my swollen and needy pussy.

“Please,” I hiss just before Miles thrusts inside me, fully seated in one swift motion. “Fuck!” I squeeze my eyes shut. The toys he used on me stretched me, readied me.

“Look at me. Sophie, look at me.”

My eyes snap open and find his immediately. He stares intently as he moves above me, grunting softly with each thrust.

“That’s it,” he breathes. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, fingers sliding into my hair as he moves. “Eyes on me, that’s it. You’re a fucking goddess, you know that?” he grunts.

“Yes.” It’s all I can think of to say.

“Of course, you fucking know.” He laughs and lowers his lips to mine, pumping into me harder and faster.

I can feel another orgasm building, his cock hitting just the right spot. I reach a hand down between us, but Miles pulls my hand away.

“Let me,” he growls against my mouth, swirling circles around my clit.

It’s enough to set me off with a cry, my eyes squeezing shut again. My walls clench around Miles’ cock, but he keeps moving, keeps thrusting. He leans his head down beside mine and, with my lips next to his ears, I whisper what I want next.

“I want-” I choke, my body still writhing beneath him, “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Miles stills, his head jolting up. Jesus, I’ve never seen anyone look at me the way he is right this very second. His eyes were hungry before, but I have no words for what’s staring back at me now.

“Lube,” is the only word he seems able to say and I grin.

“Bedside table.” I point to the side and, without pulling himself from me, he reaches over to find it in the top drawer.

“Roll over.”

We do our little dance so I can get in position, but when I’m on all fours, Miles presses my lower back. I’m forced down to the bed, lying on my stomach, looking back at himwhile he straddles me. The cold lube makes me hiss, but then I feel Miles’ finger sliding through it, spreading it around my puckered hole before he slips a finger inside.

I whimper, my pussy throbbing, jealous of the attention. When I press my ass up, Miles chuckles. He removes his finger.

“Just tell me if I need to stop,” he says and I hear him squirting more lube, but it must be on his cock because I don’t feel any hitting me.

He presses himself up against me and I whimper again, needing more. I gasp when his head pops all the way in and moan when he keeps going.

“So fucking tight,” he groans. “This ass is so fucking tight, so perfect.”

The more of him I take, the closer his torso gets to my back until he’s practically lying on top of me. When he pulls out and then gently rolls his hips toward my ass, I swear my eyes roll backward. My legs are closed tight and I clench my thighs, getting a tiny amount of pressure on my clit.

“Fuck me,” I beg. I know I’m supposed to be in charge, but I need him. I’m desperate for him to speed up.

“As you wish,” he whispers before speeding up.

Miles pulls out, thrusting back inside, wringing a cry from my throat each time. His chest is slick with sweat against my back and I can feel his breath in my hair. He’s so deep inside me that it feels like he’s legitimately rearranging my guts. I wriggle my hips and he hits that sweet spot through the internal barrier once, twice, three times and then I explode.

My legs shake and my whole body tenses. I can’t breathe, can’t even cry out. My eyes are squeezed shut while Miles keeps fucking me. My muscles once more tighten around him, milking him, wringing a release from him. He thrusts again, completely filling me, whispering my name like a prayer, over and over.

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