Page 62 of Something to Someone

She tried to speak again but couldn’t find her voice between brutal thrusts.

“You got it. I believe in you, baby. Tell me.”

She gritted her teeth and tried to push back into me, but the couch wasjusttall enough that she couldn’t stand flat-footed and get the leverage she needed.

“You feel fucking perfect, and don’t call me baby.”

I licked my lips and smiled. I pressed harder, and she finally gave up her fight, stretching her arms out above her head and taking what I gave her.

“I thought I was in charge,” I stated. “At least I know I feel perfect. Fucking this perfect cunt with this perfect, fat cock. You’re so lucky, pretty girl. I’m so lucky.”

Nudging the inside of her legs, I spread her wider and enjoyed the way my balls slapped against her clit and hood. I leaned forward and slowed to a deeper, more measured stroke that intentionally grazed every millimeter of her inner walls. I wantedto hit every nerve ending and pleasure point imaginable. Even the ones we hadn’t yet discovered.

By the time she was falling apart again, I wanted tears in her eyes.

My body folded over hers, and I ran a tender hand down her spine. She shivered, and I weaved my fingers through her hair at the base of her neck. One hard pull and her back bowed, head craned backward. She propped her elbows beneath her and let her arms hold her weight.

My hold in her hair, my grip on her hip, and my thrusts were all unforgiving. I wanted her to feel me for days.

“Please, Ryder,” she pleaded.

“What do you need, beautiful? Tell me.”

She whimpered as her nails dug into the cushions. “More. Just…more.”

A million different glorious ideas flashed behind my eyes. All of them included some version ofmore.But one stuck out.

My hand on her hip slipped around her stomach and made its way up her front until I wedged it in the small space where her bra had pushed her tits together. Then I wrapped it around her throat.

Using my grip on her throat and in her hair, I wrenched her head back. She stood, and my plan momentarily went out the window. With her sarcastic, sweet mouth so close, I couldn’t help but kiss her. The kiss soft and tame compared to the relentless pounding her pussy was taking.

I pulled back, and the first shiny tears collected in her eyes. It made my cock throb and my balls draw up. Her lips were wet, and I removed my hand from her throat to shove my thumb in her mouth.

“Suck.” One word and she closed her mouth around it. Caroline was nearly undone—a limp mess of desire and pleasure. But she still sucked my thumb like it was my cock, and like she’d receive a reward for being the best.

When I’d had enough, and I could feel the sensation of her tonguethrough my entire body, she released my finger with a pop, and I shoved her back into the cushions. The pad of my thumb, wet thanks to the beautiful woman impaled on me, circled her ass, and she scrambled for something to hold onto.

“You don’t want this, tell me now. We both know the word”—lilac,I thought but didn’t say—“say it once or tell me no, and I stop.”

She shook her head. “Fill me up. Finger my ass as you fuck my pussy.”

“Fuck, you and your filthy mouth,” I murmured as I teased the outer ring of that second hole. She pushed her ass harder into me as much as she could. Leaning over her, I spit onto her hole and spread it around with my thumb as I barely pushed inside.

My thrusts stuttered, and I had to force myself to keep moving as I worked my thumb inside her tight hole. She moaned, and her back tensed like she was struggling to keep herself still. But her body eventually gave into me and accepted my thumb.

My jaw went slack, and I dropped my head back to stare at the ceiling rather than where her body took me. A few deep breaths, and I wasn’t any closer to control, but I had to do something.

Glancing back down, she was even more wet, and my cock easily slipped in and out of her. My thumb pulsed inside her other hole, and I ran my free hand down her hip. As my thrusts picked up strength and speed, I held onto her tight enough that there would possibly be bruises the shape of my fingers against her skin.

But she didn’t seem to care. Both of us were lost in the pleasure-filled haze. Our skin slapping and our combined sounds filling the space, I was worried we’d break the couch. But I’d buy a new goddamn couch because I couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop.

“Please,” she moaned, which turned into quiet, simple begging. “Please, please,please.”

My balls drew up, and my cock thickened as my orgasm made itself known. I tangled my fingers back into her hair and gripped it hard, shoving her face onto the couch and keeping her exactly where I wanted her. Her surrender was so beautiful.

A few more thrusts, and she was clenching around my cock and my thumb, milking both with an intense orgasm. An orgasm that triggered mine. It barreled down my cock, and I pumped inside her. I kept coming and coming until I couldn’t believe there was anything left.

I stilled inside her, trying to control my breathing as I peered down at where I filled her. Her ass pulsed around my thumb, and her pussy squeezed the life out of my cock. I could feel my warm cum mixing with her arousal, and by some miracle, my dick kicked. The idea of pumping her full was too fucking erotic.

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