Page 61 of Something to Someone

“I know we just talked about how much I like control, and I usually do, but the way you’re looking at me right now. It’s like I can see all the dirty things you want to do to me. Like I can feel you holding back. I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to show me how much you missed me.”

Desire clouded my thoughts, and my brain felt like it was working at half its normal speed.

Caroline knew what she was doing, though. “Come on, Ryder. Be a good boy, and fuck me like you want to.”

And my restraint snapped. I stood, and Caroline gasped. She didn’t even have time to wrap her legs around me because I dropped her back on the couch in the spot I’d just vacated. Her eyes widened, but I didn’t stop moving. I had one intent, one purpose, and it was to get her naked and my head between her legs as soon as possible.

“Take your shirt off,” I demanded as I worked the button of her jeans open. I slipped them down her legs and tossed them across the room. When I saw the light-purple lace panties, I didn’t wait to drop to my knees.

I pressed my palms to the inside of each of her thighs and eyed the matching bra. Her tits spilling over the lace cups, and she looked fucking delectable nestled in the corner of the couch. “I knew this was your favorite color,” I said, running my tongue over her panties. Her salty, sweet taste exploded on my tongue.

“How did you know?” she panted.

Another firm lick of my tongue over her center, and she bucked her hips. My smile was hidden by her perfect legs. “You wear it all the damn time. You paint your nails this color, and your phone case is the same.”

“God, I didn’t know you watched me so much. It’s a little creepy, don’t you think? I’m nervous that you’re?—”

I cut her off with a growl, wrapping my arms around her hips and yanking her ass up off the couch. “Shut the fuck up and let me eat your perfect pussy.”

She had nothing left to say after that. All words and arguments forgotten when I pushed the fabric to the side and buried my tongue in her cunt. God, I wanted to stay there forever. I’d die a happy man with my head between her legs.

I spread her wider and drew tiny little circles over her clit, taking two fingers and thrusting them inside her. She was wet and my fingers easily slipped in. She moaned and tried to buck when I crooked both fingers. It was easy enough to find that soft, pronounced spot just a few inches in.

My life was complete now that I knew Caroline Grant’s pussy inside and out.

I sucked her clit between my lips and then bit down just hard enough to amplify every sensation. The muscles in her legs and stomach tensed, and I knew she was close. I looked up her body, at theglorious sight of her, and watched the pleasure ripple across her features.

Lips parted and eyes set on me, her brows were scrunched together, and pink had stained her cheeks and chest. I pushed my fingers deeper, fucking her harder. I laid her back down on the couch and let her ride my face while I reached for my belt and button of my jeans with my free hand.

With a choked cry, she strangled my fingers and coated them with her orgasm. I couldn’t wait another second. Before she’d finished coming, I was tugging her off the couch and around to the side. I pressed her stomach to the arm and bent her over until her face was in the cushion and her ass was pointed up at me.

I ran my palm over her ass and gripped my cock before I slid inside her in one swift thrust. I tugged my shirt over my head and enjoyed the view of my bare cock in her tight cunt.

That was when I realized my mistake.

“Fuck.” I stopped and took a deep breath. “I forgot a condom.”

Caroline lifted her head and tossed her hair over one shoulder to peer at me over the other. “I—I did, too. I don’t think I’ve ever forgotten before.”

“Me neither,” I said and caught her eyes, watching the countless thoughts flit behind them.

It fucking killed me, but I started to pull out. Inch by inch, I gritted my teeth and kept going. Her pussy was gripping me, doing its damnedest to keep me inside, and halfway there, her hand whipped backward and covered mine.

“Stop.” I did. “I’m on the pill, and I’ve recently been tested. My results were clear. What about you?”

“Yeah, same,” I said through a strangled breath. “Well, about my results, not the birth control. Although if I could take some of that burden I would. I don’t like that you have to?—”

“Ryder,” she cut me off with a growl. “Can we talk about that later? I really need you to put your cock all the way inside me again.”

“Mmm…” I hummed and dropped my jeans, managing to kick them and my briefs off without pulling out of her. “Yes, ma’am,” I said. I smoothed my hands over her ass and slapped each cheek, spearing back inside her.

Without worrying about the lack of protection, I stared down at where her pussy stretched around my bare cock. I pulled out and watched the thick veins reappear until the mushroom head was stretching her entrance.

Caroline lay back down on the cushion, her face turned to the rest of the room and where I could watch her expression as I slowly pushed back in.

“Fuck,” she cried. “I love the way you fill me. God, you feel so…” Her words broke off in a moan, and I joined her as I bottomed out.

“Come on, baby. Finish your sentence. What do I feel like?” I picked up my pace and wrapped my hands around the smallest part of her waist. Pushing her harder into the couch and the pillows beneath her stomach, I found a new, deeper angle.

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