Page 93 of Something to Someone

“You can do it. Be a good boy and take it,” she said sweetly. Every time she called me that, I wanted to do whatever I had to to make her say it again. I wanted to be good. I wanted to be her good boy if only she kept fucking me and looking at me like she needed me.

She dropped the remote back to the bed and resumed fucking me. First with slow, deep thrusts that were impressive and thorough. If I hadn’t had to guide her earlier, I would’ve guessed she’d done it a thousand times before.

She held me in place and dug her nails into my hips as she thrusted in and back out. Every time she retreated, the tip of the toy brushed against my prostate and stars sparked behind my eyes.

But I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist pounding into me like she was before her orgasm hit her. She upped the vibration again, and I sucked in a breath through my clenched teeth. The curses coming out of my mouth were unintelligible, strung together between pleading sounds and cries.

Her grip on my hips tightened, and she increased her speed. “Yes, yes, yes,” I cried as I wrapped my hands around my thighs and pulled my legs back to give her better access. She leaned forward and glanced down at my cock which was angrily hard and leaking everywhere. I’d never produced so much pre-cum in my life.

I was so enthralled in every sweep of the toy inside me and the feeling of her hands that I didn’t realize what she was doing until I felt her wet palm slide against the underside of my dick. My gasp turned into a moan as she wrapped her lubed hand around my shaft and started pumping me in long strokes.

“Come for me, Ryder. I want to watch you shoot all over your stomach.”

“Come with me,” I ground out. “Come with me.”

She nodded but kept thrusting and jerking. Our moans mingled and echoed through the room, growing louder with each punch of her hips. My hands fisted around my thighs, I was desperate to touch her, but I knew moving would chance fucking everything up. And it felt too good to chance.

“Oh, fuck, Ryder,” she moaned and went to throw her head back, but I wanted her eyes on me as we came undone together.

“Look at me,” I growled, and she complied, dropping her head and squeezing the tip of my dick with her purple tipped fingers. It was enough—the vibration, the toy pressing against my prostate, her hand, and her eyes on me as she came once again—to send me careening into oblivion.

Ropes and ropes of cum shot up my chest as the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever experienced overwhelmed me. It went on forever, euphoric relief flooding my veins as I stared into Caroline’s eyes. Her pupils were blown, and her body was tense as we rode it out together.

Together. We were together, and suddenly, I had to feel her, too.

I’d just finished coming, my dick still hard and leaking, when I dropped my legs and lunged for her. I fused our mouths together and devoured every little sound she made.

“I need to be inside you,” I said.

That was the only warning she got before I pushed her back onto the bed, effectively slipping the toy out of my ass. She fell against the sheets, and I quickly grabbed the towel she’d already had laying on the edge of the bed before we even stepped foot in the room. I wiped the cum off my chest then grappled with the straps of the harness as she turned off the toy. It took longer than I wanted, this burning need to feel her wrapped around me like it was going to ignite us both and everything around us if I didn’t extinguish it quickly.

I ripped the pretty gold clasps and tossed the red leather harness to the side. Then I removed the toy and buried my face in her cunt. She was swollen and sweet. My tongue lapped at her opening then teased her clit. She was sensitive, too, bucking against my face and clambering to get away. But that wasn’t going to happen.

I would have spent forever devouring her pussy, but that need made me push up onto my knees, widen her thighs and thrust into her in one quick move.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried as she moaned my name. We both shuddered as I wrapped my arms around her. She did the same and hooked her legs around my waist until I didn’t know where either of us began or ended.

My hips snapped again and again, searching for that sweet euphoric relief a second time. She was so wet and warm. I wanted to live inside her for the rest of my life. She clenched around me and mumbled my name over and over again.

“Yes, baby. You know exactly who’s fucking you,” I said as I buried my face in her neck. It was one of my favorite spots. It always smelled faintly of her perfume and shampoo—like flowers in sunshine—but it was always entirely Caroline. I fisted a hand in the back of her hair and doubled my efforts, changing my angle just enough that my pubic bone rubbed against her clit and the tip of my cock brushed against her g-spot.

I knew I’d hit the perfect combination when her legs fell open, but her nails dug into my back. Each breath was shallower than the last, and her moans turned into sweet little whimpers.

She drenched my cock a second before her inner walls strangled me. The tightness keeping me trapped and making it impossible to thrust any longer. But I didn’t need to. I let her pussy hold me hostage and milk anything left from my cock.

I kept still and pumped deep inside her, breathing in that uniquely Caroline smell as we came together.

Both of us breathing hard, I waited several seconds before rolling to my back and taking her with me. Her head against my chest, I smoothed my hands down her back. She sighed and took a deep breath, propping her chin on the back of her hands and looking up at me.

“How’d I do?” she asked, and I reached up to brush away a stray lock of hair.

The pleasure-high was still thick, so words were hard. “So good. So,sogood,” was all I could manage.

She smiled softly and nibbled at her bottom lip. Somehow her red lipstick had stayed mostly in place through everything. “Good not great?”

“So great,” I clarified.

“Great not amazing?”

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