Page 45 of Something to Someone

Her answer was muffled by the blankets beneath her. “What was that?”

“Your mouth,” she said again, louder and with barely restrained frustration.

As usual, my response to her annoyance was a smile. But I was in a giving mood, especially when it meant my face between her legs, so I wasn’t going to deny either of us a second longer.

I kneeled and buried my face against her pussy. Placing dirty, open-mouth kisses everywhere I could reach, I teased her clit with my thumb and fucked her with my tongue. She loved it as much as I knew she would, and I felt lucky to have that knowledge. Knowing what made Caroline moan and grind and reach back to tug my hair made me feel like I was flying.

And she did all of those things—she moaned that pretty, throaty moan that sounded almost broken as she ground back onto my face and fumbled to find my head.

“Fuck, Ryder. Right there, right there. Harder.”

Yes ma’am, I thought.

She gripped my hair and held me against her as I fucked her harder with my tongue and added pressure to her clit. Her entire body suddenly seized, and she was pulsing against my mouth. My hands gripped her ass and spread her wider so she could use me as she pleased.

Once the orgasm ebbed, and she released my hair, I pushed onto my knees and replaced my tongue in her pussy with two fingers. She jerked forward, still sensitive and unsuspecting, but I wrapped a hand around the place where her shoulder and neck met to keep her still.

“You’re not going anywhere until I get one more. I know you have at least one more in you,” I said. I crooked my fingers and found the spot that would make her legs shake. “Show me how well you’ll strangle my cock once I get inside this perfect cunt. Show me how tight you’ll choke me.”

The words tumbling out of my mouth were a product of delirious pleasure. I wasn’t thinking about what I said except for the fact that every time I spoke, she clenched around me like she was urging me to say more.

Tightening my grip around the side of her neck, she turned her head to the side so I could see the euphoria twisting her features. Eyes squeezed shut, her plump lips were parted. Her blonde hair was in messy waves around her face.

My brutally hard cock nudged her ass, and each unintentional thrust against her soft skin was torturous. Before the worst could happen and I unloaded all over her ass, I shifted enough that my cock was once again hanging miserably between my legs.

“So good, so good,” she chanted, and I ran my hand over the curve of her ass where my cock had just been. At first it was a fleeting thought—I wondered what her smooth skin would look like reddened by my palm. But I latched on to it and couldn’t let it go until I knew.

The first slap was light, tentative. A way to test and gauge her reaction. Her walls tightened around my fingers, and her hands clambered for the blankets.

“More?”

“Yes,” she hissed, and I didn’t wait to land the second, much harder slap. Her skin bloomed red, but it didn’t stain the way I wanted. So, I landed four more, two on each side.

“Fuck, look at that recoil,” I muttered, running a soothing hand over her before doing it again and again.

Her startled cries pierced the air, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d spanked her when she began fucking herself back on my hand and shivering through her release. The way she tightened around my fingers, it was impossible to move them. The muscles in her back flexed, and I rubbed the tender globes of her ass. But it was the orgasm coating my hand and gushing toward me that was a pleasant surprise.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I whispered as she stilled and collapsed down onto the bed. My fingers were sore from how hard I’d been fucking her with them, and the palm of my other hand tingled. But I didn’t care about any of it. I was focused solely on the sated woman on my bed, and the wet spot between her shaking legs.

Slowly, she pushed herself off the bed and looked back. “Did I—?” she began, but I was already nodding.

“Squirt? Hell, yes you did.” I smiled, and for the first time ever, Caroline looked sheepish and almost embarrassed. It was sweet, but she had no reason to feel anything besides content, happy. “That was one of the hottest things—if notthehottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

To prove my point, I glanced down at my fingers, still covered in her, and dragged them across my tongue. She watched me, and all evidence of embarrassment disappeared. With narrowed eyes, she turned completely around and pressed up to her knees until we were inches apart. My fingers still in my mouth, she caught part of my hand and my lips with her kiss.

I let my fingers go with a pop as she said, “You look good with your mouth full.”

I smiled and let her find any remnants I’d left behind. She sucked my fingers like she did my cock—thoroughly.

“I know I do,” I said, and she grinned around my fingers, baring her teeth just enough to hurt and leave little indentations when I pulled them free. “Dirty, dirty girl.”

Shifting forward, I used my body weight and an arm around her waist to push her back onto the bed. “You’re about to look really fucking good with my cock buried deep in your dripping cunt.”

As if on cue, she reached between us and wrapped a hand around my shaft. I was already so wound up, my eyes slipped closed as I groaned and thrusted into her palm.

“Such big talk from a man who looks like he’s about to come from the slightest brush of my hand.”

My eyes popped back open, and I was moving in the next second. Reaching behind me, I yanked open the top drawer of my nightstand and ripped open a condom. I rolled it on and looked back at Caroline. She’d peeled back the little triangles of her bikini and was pushing her tits together, tugging and pinching her hard nipples.

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