Page 40 of Thornhill Road

“Uh—maybe this time I’ll just—”

“Like fuck,” he muttered, a scowl furrowing his brow.

“I’m not saying let’s stop, I just—”

“Explain,” he demanded before I could even finish.

“You, well—you obviously spend a decent amount of time in the gym, and that totally does it for me. But I—”

I didn’t get the chance to finish. Again.

Mustang grabbed my wrist, pressed my hand against the bulge in his jeans, got in my face and said, “This is me just thinkin’ about your naked body writhing underneath mine. Only had you once, but sure as fuck haven’t forgotten what you look like. Hard at the thought of havin’ you again. You don’t lift your arms and let me strip you naked, I’ll rip that damn shirt right down the middle.”

For a fraction of a second, I contemplated letting him rip the damn shirt.

But I kind of liked it, so I lifted my arms instead.

I was completely naked a second later.

He took hold of my hips, lifted me off my feet, and plopped me on the edge of the bed the second after that.

Fingertips to my sternum, he pushed me until I was flat on my back.

Then I had his fingers again.

Only this time—his tongue played with one of my nipples while he worked.

Yeah, that felt good.Reallygood.

He didn’t even have time to show attention to my opposite nipple before I was coming.

As my orgasm subsided, I watched as he extracted a condom from his wallet and then proceeded to get as naked as I was. He sheathed himself, and I squirmed a little in excitement.

“On your knees, sugar,” he instructed with a twirl of his finger.

Knowing better than to deny him, I flipped over and got on my knees, my feet at the edge of the bed, and my torsoleaning against my forearms. When I felt his hands on my behind, spreading my cheeks, I pressed my forehead against the mattress and tried not to overthink it.

Then he rammed himself inside of my sex, and my breath caught.

A moan spilled from my lips when he began to thrust in and out of me.

He rode me hard and steady, filling me just right. It wasn’t long before I had my comforter balled up in both fists as I held on and rocked back, meeting him each time he came back to me.

I was so wet I could hear how drenched he was as our skin slapped together.

Somehow, that turned me on even more, and I felt my second orgasm start to bud at the center of my core.

Then I had the heat of Mustang across my back, and I felt the whiskers of his beard and his panting breath at my shoulder as he bent over me and bucked his hips harder. Faster.

“Oh, god,” I moaned.

He reached underneath me, fondling my left breast, and the bud inside of me began to bloom.

“Yes, yes!” I cried, the muscles in my body already tensing in preparation for my unbridled climax.

He grunted his response, never breaking his pace as he brought me to the brink.

When I felt his teeth nip at my shoulder, I lost it, shuddering underneath him as my sex clamped down hard around his length while I cried out in pleasure.

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