Page 72 of Something to Someone

“Are you saying I have a big dick? Too big to ignore?”

I tossed the pillow she’d wedged between her head and my arm away and tightened my forearm around her upper chest, pulling her toward me. She sucked in a sharp breath. I reached down and grabbed the base of my cock, running it back and forth as best I could. But she quickly took over, canting her hips over my length and getting me nice and wet.

“Would it really give you that much satisfaction for me to compliment your cock?” she asked in a breathy, low voice.

“Mmm…yes,” I answered honestly against her neck.

“Thankfully for you, I’m feeling generous.” She reached between her legs and found the underside of my cock, pressing it harder against her cunt as she rode me. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen, Ryder. And the things you do with it make me want it all the time. It’s big and thick and perfect. And?—”

One thrust and her words disappeared on a whimpered gasp. I was perfect? Her cunt was the epitome of the word. Warm and soft and tight and better than anything else. I didn’t have to experience another damn person to know there was nothing better out there.

“You know how much I love when you praise me or call me a good boy,” I said when I finally caught my breath and started a slow,rolling motion. “It shouldn’t be a surprise that I like compliments.”

I tightened my hold around her chest and wrapped my other arm around her stomach, effectively holding her in place as I picked up the pace.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned a little too loudly.

I smiled into her hair and nipped at the shell of her ear. “My mom’s in the next room, pretty girl. You don’t want her to hear how much you love her son’s cock, do you?”

Her pussy fluttered around me, and her arousal made it easy to slip in and out. “You like that?” I asked.

“No,” she said automatically.

I chuckled and hoped the bed didn’t start squeaking. It was one thing to pretend like my mom would hear us, it was another for it to actually happen.

“You can lie, but your pussy can’t. I think you like the idea that this is forbidden. That you’re not supposed to be fucking me.”

She growled, and I felt the sound emanate from low in her stomach, vibrating up her throat with increased intensity.

“You’re so fucking chatty tonight,” she said. She shifted and wrapped her hand around mine, moving it until my palm was against her throat. “You want to be my good boy? Don’t hold back. Shut up and fuck me.”

As she requested, I tightened my hand around her throat and fucked her harder. My hips bounced against her ass and the delightful sounds that came with it were music to my ears.

“Yes, right there. Fuck, Ryder, you’re such a good boy. You fuck me so well. I can’t wait to return the favor.”

The visions her words produced were enough to make my orgasm bear down on me. The thought of her naked, wearing a strap-on, and bossing me around made my balls draw up and my brain short circuit. All control disappeared in an instant and being quiet was the furthest thing from my mind.

I rolled over on top of her and let her take most of my weight. My hand wrapped around the back of her neck, and I shoved her face into the pretty white sheets. Any cries that escaped her lips were muffled by the blankets beneath her. Her T-shirt was pushed up, showing off the planes of her back in the dim moonlight, and I ran my free hand down her exposed skin until I reached her ass that bounced with each of my movements. I spread her cheeks apart and gaped at where my cock disappeared inside her cunt. Where it wrapped around me and sucked me in deeper again and again.

“Deeper,” she moaned, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I made the adjustment. With her legs pressed together beneath me, she was tighter than anything I’d ever felt.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Your pussy is incredible. I want to live and die between your legs, baby.”

I didn’t know what I was saying. Words were tumbling from my lips as my orgasm churned.

Caroline’s body tensed beneath me, her noises becoming more frantic as her own orgasm materialized. She slammed her hand over her mouth as her pussy seized my cock and milked me dry.

Her beautiful face contorted in pleasure, and I forced my eyes to stay open as bliss overwhelmed my senses. I didn’t want to miss a second. I wanted to experience every sensation with her.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled, dropping her hand and letting her eyes fall closed. She was breathing hard, and I dropped down next to her, also trying to catch my breath. I rolled to my side, and she came with me. She reached back and rested her hand on my forearm, squeezing once.

“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t pull out. Not yet.” My slowly softening cock was sensitive, but I did as she requested. She wanted me inside her longer. And I didn’t mind staying there forever, feeling every aftershock or inadvertent tightening of her cunt. Each time, it was like an electric current running up my shaft.

We lay like that for a long time. Our intertwined fingers rested on top of her exposed thigh, that was when I noticed the ring around one of her fingers. Subtly, I looked down and saw the purple rhinestone flower glinting in the moonlight filtering in through the windows. I hid my smile against her neck as I lifted my other hand to run my fingers through her hair. I enjoyed every second as her body relaxed and her breathing evened out.

The tightness in my chest expanded until I thought it was going to burst. Until I thought I’d never experience calm and contentment like that ever again.

“It’s not just for you.”

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