Page 45 of Finding Out

He slipped his tongue between my lips, claiming my mouth, and as I shifted my legs apart, my skirt skated up my hips. With a trembling hand, I squeezed his length between us.

Groaning, he pulled my hand up and yanked my body closer. And as he cupped my ass, holding me tight against his cock, goose bumps erupted along my bare skin. I rocked once and then again.

“Damn, you’re wet already,” he muttered against my lips.

Arching, I rubbed my pussy against him, but with so many layers between us, it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck, baby girl.” With urgency, he ran his lips over my jaw and down my neck.

“I’d love that. Fuck me, please,” I panted.

“Patience.” His dark voice vibrated against my collarbone. Even ashe chastised me for being too eager, he brought his hand between my legs, causing my skirt to bunch higher.

I shifted, desperately wanting him to slide my panties aside and touch me.

As if he could read my mind, he did just that, gliding two fingers through my pussy. Without spearing me, without focusing on my clit, he massaged my wet heat.

My breath quickened and blood rushed in my ears. “I don’t want to be teased tonight. I just want your cock inside me. I want you to make me come.” I begged, not caring how needy I sounded.

With a chuckle, he pulled my shirt off. “Then let’s get rid of all this unnecessary fabric.”

“You have more than I do.”

He yanked his own T-shirt off in one quick movement, and then it was just bare skin. I ran my hands over his pecs, relishing the prickle of his light chest hair. He slipped my bra off, freeing my breasts, and instantly wrapped his lips around one nipple. Head dropped back, I moaned and rocked against him. But the friction of his sweats just wasn’t enough.

“Please,” I whimpered, rolling my hips and leaving a wet trail along his pants. “Get rid of them.”

Frantically he shifted, lifting me so he could push his gray sweatpants down his legs. His cock, long and desperate, sprung free, bumping against my pussy, teasing me with the tip. With a hiss, I gripped his shaft and savored the heat of him.

“I need you.” The words rocked through me as they left his lips, spurring me on.

I squeezed him harder, rubbing a thumb over his crown to collect the drop of precum there. Then I notched him at my entrance and sank onto his thick cock.

Slowly, I slid down his length, savoring the stretch. He pushed up from beneath me, filling me. For a moment, I paused, pressing my forehead to his, basking in the pleasure of being connected so fully to this man.

“Use me, baby girl. Use my cock to take away that ache deep insideyou. Make yourself feel good. I need to see you come.” His words brushed across my lips, burning through my system.

I lifted up slowly and sank down again, rocking my hips against him. When I did it again, his breath hitched and his body tightened.

“Damn, you feel like heaven.” Cupping my breasts, he teased my nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through me.

Every pinch of my nipples, every stroke of his cock, sent me spiraling higher and made the ache stronger. Until it was beating through my system, demanding more. I moved faster, lifting and dropping harder. My breath came faster. My stomach tightened and my legs shook. More, I wanted more.

“I need?—”

Before I could finish the thought, he circled my clit, sending me over the edge. All the while, he bucked up into me, working me through my orgasm until finally I collapsed on top of him. Hands cupping my ass, he stood, his cock still buried deep inside me, and lowered me to the ground.

“I need more room.” Pinning my hands over my head, he thrust hard.

With my legs draped around his hips, he hit that perfect place deep inside me.

I moaned. “Yes.”

“You will come again, baby girl,” he commanded without slowing. He was almost frantic now as he thrust, his arms tightening on my wrists, holding them in place.

Over and over, he pistoned his hips, sending me soaring. My ears rang and my body racked as pleasure rolled through me.

He groaned. “The way your pussy grips me when you come is so fucking hot. I never want it to stop. I can’t…” His words trailed off as he sped up, desperately rocking into me, chasing his own release. “Wren.” Moaning, he sank deep one more time and stayed there, his cock fully seated inside me, pulsing over and over.

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