Page 73 of Thornhill Road

I rolled into him, and he let me, putting him flat on his back with my legs straddling his hips. It dawned on me then, he’d taken me fast and hard a number of times, but I’d yet to ride him.

Suddenly, that’s all I wanted to do.

Humming into his mouth, I ground my naked sex against the growing bulge in his boxer briefs, hinting at my desire. He jerked his hips up in response, submerging the fingers of one hand into my hair, keeping me close as he kissed me deeper still. When I felt his arm snake around my waist, I broke our kiss, afraid he’d have me onmyback before I got my chance.

“I want to ride you, Mustang,” I insisted breathlessly.

He shot upright, taking me with him, his lips grazing mine as he said, “You want a ride, you got it, sugar—but we do that shit with the light on so I can watch my Tess get wild.”

I shivered in anticipation, and I was sure he felt it because the next thing I knew, I was no longer in his shirt. With his arm around my waist keeping me stable, he then reached toward his nightstand in order to switch on his lamp. That done, he pulled open the drawer and grabbed a condom. Working around me, he stretched out, lifted his hips, and shoved his underwear out of our way before he sheathed himself.

Finally, he sat up once more, crushed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss, then muttered, “Take what you want, baby.”

I didn’t hesitate.

Hand against his chest, I pushed him onto his back, then teased us both as I grazed my sex along his hard length, coating the condom. When I was ready, I grabbed hold of him, positioned him at my entrance, and took him inside me.

Then I rode.

I rocked my hips slowly at first, luxuriating in the feel of him filling me full. Soon, my need began to grow in intensity. With my hands spread open across Mustang’s abs, I leaned forward and picked up the pace. As I stoked the fire of my own pleasure with his body, he never took his eyes off of me. I couldn’t explain why, but that made me even more wanton.

I bucked my hips harder, chasing the high I only ever felt when I was with Mustang. When he reached up to fondle my breasts,I let my head fall back as I surrendered to the sensation of his touch.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned.

I could feel the orgasm building inside of me and knew it was going to be huge—but I had to reach for it. So, I thrust faster, harder, panting in my desperation.

When Mustang pinched my nipples, he got to see his Tess get wild.

I righted my head and dug my fingertips into his belly as I cried out, giving him all I had.

“Mustang—oh, god!More,” I begged, on the brink.

He abandoned my nipples, grabbing hold of my thigh with one hand as the thumb of his other made contact with my clit.

That did it.

And I was right.

My orgasm was huge.

All I could do was hold on, my hands gripping his sides as I trembled uncontrollably.

Mustang’s groan mingled with my moan, but he wasn’t done.

I was still coming when he grabbed hold of my hips and began pounding into me from below. It was too much, but it hurt so good.

Fortunately, he wasn’t too far behind me.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, his rhythm soon broken as he found his release.

He pummeled inside of me twice more, lingering each time as his muscles locked, pleasure washing over him.

After his last thrust, I collapsed onto his chest, my skin damp with a thin layer of sweat.

I didn’t know it until I’d taken it—but that was exactly what I needed.

Neither of us moved as we caught our breath, and I could have stayed on top of him all night. Too soon, I lost him from insideof me before he reached down, grabbed one side of my butt and muttered, “Got to get out of this condom, sugar.”

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