Page 39 of Hacker Auction

Instead of answering, Wes swiped his tongue along my folds and took a deep breath. I could feel my cheeks turn red. “God, you smell so good.”

“You know if you talked less, we could get to the good part.”

His chuckle vibrated against my clit. “But this is the good part.” He ran his fingers along my fold and further down until he circled a spot I’d never even considered. “Have you had anal?”

“No.”

Wes left the bed, leaving me alone and needy. He opened a drawer under the wall full of medical equipment and took out a pink butt plug. Before he returned, he grabbed a bottle of lube from the top of the dresser.

“Wes?”

He put my legs back over his shoulder and tilted my hips enough for him to put a pillow below me. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but…”

“If you don’t like something, say stop.”

I took a deep breath, “yes, Sir.”

“Fuck woman.”

He snapped open the bottle of lube and put it on the plug. Before he closed the bottle, he put some on his finger and traced his finger over my rosebud. “Relax.” His lips went back to my clit and my body melted into the bed. Then he pressed into me. I expected it to hurt, but I let out a moan, and I could feel his lips smile against my skin.

Wes climbed up my body and placed a kiss on my lips. “I want you to ride me.”

“I’m not good at that.” Calvin had told me so a million times.

Wes rolled on his side and tugged me over. My knees went on each side of his leg. “Condom.”

“On the table.”

I reached over and grabbed the foil wrapper and opened it with my teeth. I’d never put a condom on a man before, but I wanted to try.

I held him with one hand as I slid the condom down his cock. Wes’s eyes were squeezed shut. “Your hands feel so good.”

“Now what.”

Wes’s lip ticked up. “Sit up.” I pressed my hands against his chest and rose a little, and when I came back down, he held his cock in place. He felt even larger than the last time we had sex. I slid down and groaned when I lifted my hips. My inner muscles clamped down around him.

Wes cupped my breasts in his hands. Each time his finger traced over my nipple, I came down harder.

“You look sexy as fuck riding me.”

His fingers pinched my nipples, causing my sex to clamp down harder around him.

“I’m close, Rachelle. You riding me is almost too much. Touch yourself. I want to see you fall apart while you are riding my dick.”

His words only turned me on more as I worked myself up and down. I pressed a finger to my clit, and the little sensation made me go over the edge. “I’m coming, Wes.”

“Don’t stop riding me. Shit, you’re sexy as hell. I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

My sex clamped down around him. Wes wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. Our lips connected. Wes’s tongue pressed against my lips. My orgasm seemed to continue for a while.

“Did I die?”

Wes chuckled, “no, but we need to do that again.”

I rolled to the side as Wes pulled the condom off his dick. “I’ll be right back.” He stepped out of the room and I winced to know my family was out there.

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