Page 21 of Hidden By His Side

“That’s it,” he said. “Lie back and let me give that greedy cunt everything it’s begging for.”

He fucked into her slowly, pulling her into every stroke, loving the way she gasped and shook, loving the way her breasts bounced while he filled her over and over again.

Her noises filled the room now that they were no longer muffled by their kisses. Gasps and hums filtered to his ears, but not the desperate moaning he craved.

He wanted to bend over her and suck one of her tightened nipples into his mouth but worried she’d be triggered again. “Touch yourself, Summer. Rub those gorgeous nipples for me,” he ordered.

Her hands on her own breasts were sexy as hell. Her breathing grew even more rapid as she rolled her nipples between those delicate fingers.

He shifted her hips higher, finding the angle that slid him right over that spot inside her she loved so much.

“There!” she cried out, as if she had to tell him. He hit it again, and her hands stilled as her focus narrowed to that perfect stroke that was making her cunt flutter.

Her body shook as he fucked into her harder, and her cries switched to begging.

“Oh God. Please.” Her head twisted on top of the sheets. “Please, Ram! Please.”

“You’re going to come so hard, baby girl. You’re going to come on your first cock and love every second of it,” he rasped as she tightened around him.

His next thrust pushed her over the edge, and she cried out as her legs spasmed and the pulses inside her channel made his cock throb. He’d never gotten so close so quickly, and he continued to fuck her through it. Her orgasm made her slicker, some ofthat wetness slipping out, clinging to his pubic hair and adding even more of her scent to the room.

Her cunt seemed to suck at his cock, even after the orgasm ended and she lay exhausted on the bed, her body only moving because of his continued thrusts.

“If you’ve had enough, tell me to stop,” he choked out, able to go faster now because she was so fucking wet. “I’m going to keep going until you tell me to stop.”

Her eyes lifted to half-mast, and her lips tilted up into a smile that squeezed his heart. “Don’t stop.”

He let out a sound close to a growl as he pulled her onto his cock harder with the next thrust, wiping that smile right off her face when she moaned.

He’d lost the angle, though, or maybe how soaked she was had dampened the effect. Each slide inside of her no longer put that shattered look on her face, the one he craved.

“Grab that pillow,” he snapped, his jaw tight as he tilted his chin toward it. “Put it under your hips.”

Summer did as he asked, and the angle shifted. The way she shuddered on his cock squeezed him closer to an edge he hadn’t expected. Ramiro didn’t always come when he fucked, but suddenly he was hopeful he’d get there with Summer. A haziness filled his mind as he pictured them orgasming together.

He dragged her onto his cock with every pump, growing even harder as he slid right along that bundle of nerves. “You’re going to come on my cock again, aren’t you, baby girl? You’re going to squeeze all around me and take me with you.”

“Ram,” she moaned, her eyes opening and locking on his.

His pacing stuttered at the way she looked at him. He locked the image in his mind as he thrust into her, again and again, her body starting to shake. She wound tighter and tighter and finally broke.

His shout mixed with hers as she came, squeezing his cock in a way that made his breathing shutter while he willed himself to come with her. Every flutter felt so fucking good, and he was so fucking hard, but he didn’t orgasm. He continued to fuck into her, each out-of-control stroke making him throb. As the flutters began to fade, he growled, pulling her into his thrust even harder.

Summer’s head writhed as she gasped out, “Stop. Please, stop.”

He was so fucking close, but froze mid-pump, shuddering in need.

“No more,” she mumbled, her eyes closing as her body relaxed into the bed.

Ramiro flushed with guilt. What had he been thinking, fucking her so hard? This was her first time having sex, and he’d wanted to make it a marathon. He told himself to pull out of her but couldn’t seem to do it.

He breathed through his aching need, forcing himself to stare at her slumped body. She was exhausted.

“Of course, baby girl. Come here.” He pulled her into his arms without pulling out. The position cradled him inside her as she nuzzled at his chest, wrapping her arms around him.

“Sorry,” she slurred. “Tired.”

How long had he been fucking her? His arms gripped her, and he told himself to lift her off his still hard cock.

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