Page 61 of Hidden By His Side

He pumped up into her harder, the tips of his fingers between the cleft in her ass as he lifted her and dragged her down into the next upward push of his hips.

The pulsing was fading, but every time he thrust into her, her body shuddered. She leaned forward, her head falling against his chest.

His movements slowed. “Tired now? You came so hard and so long. You did so good.” His breath shuddered out as his grip loosened. “It’s fine if you’ve had enough.”

Ramiro was hard inside her. She clenched around him, awed by the way that made his body shudder.

She lifted her head, kissing over his Adam’s apple before gripping his shoulders for leverage. “More,” she said, the word a thick rasp she didn’t recognize as hers. She lifted herself almostoff his erection and then pushed down, taking all of him deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck!” Ramiro moaned as his thrust met her downward stroke.

She did it again, quicker this time, squeezing around him as she took him.

“That’s it. That’s so fucking perfect.”

They moved together, the slide of him inside her almost too much. She felt him everywhere. His chest hair tickled her breasts and their heads bumped together, but neither of them slowed.

“You gonna come again for me?” His hands were everywhere, and his hips snapped up into her downward thrust. “I need to feel it. Squeeze my cock so fucking hard. I need you to, baby girl. I need—”

He groaned, and then he was moving her how he wanted, his arms bulging as he worked her over his erection over and over again.

“Give it to me. Come for me.”

He bent her back, his mouth finding her neck, and he moaned before latching on, sucking hard as he pounded into her. It felt different from before. The nerves inside her brightened as he thrust into her. She got even more soaked, wetness leaking out between them, and he stroked over that same spot, again and again. Sensation twisted into an impossible ache until it broke, and she came.

“Yes!” He was wild inside her. His fingers dug into her hips, bouncing her on top of him. “Fuck!” he cried, lifting them off the bed with his hips.

Her pulses eventually shuddered and faded. Exhaustion tore through her as he continued to move her on his own, still so hard inside her.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, but the word was different this time, frustrated.

The world spun as Ramiro turned her on the bed. She was on her back, his weight holding her down as he thrust hard between her legs, his body covering hers.

Hold her down. Don’t let her get away.

Her chest tightened, trapping air in her lungs as the memory tried to drag her under. Her body no longer felt loose but was stiff and rigid when he pushed his penis deep inside her, causing a whimper to slip out.

Ramiro froze. A shudder ran through him, shifting his cock against her walls, but it didn’t feel good. It mixed with the memory of penises that scraped and burned and took.

Ramiro pulled out, rolling to his back. His chest heaved with every panted breath.

“It’s okay,” Summer tried to say, but the words were unrecognizable. All she could hear was the sob that slipped out with them.

Ramiro shook his head with a jerk and continued to breathe. “Give me a second.”

His face was tight and hard, just like his penis, which was also wet and red. It looked angry this time.

She should offer to do something for him. She’d come so many times, but here he was, still unable to find his own release.

He pushed away from her and off the bed, leaving her hand to fall to the wrinkled blankets he left behind.

“Be right back,” he said, his voice tight and angry. He cleared it, as if he wanted to hide his feelings. “I’ll bring something to clean you up.”

The bathroom door clicked shut behind him.

Another sob slid out of her. She’d been boneless before, but now she was one throbbing nerve. She’d failed again. She’d messed everything up.

Ramiro must be so frustrated with her.

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