Page 38 of Stella

As soon as she saw my cock, she groaned. “Yes, Evan. That’s what I need.”

I straddled her waist, moving her legs to rest on either side of my hips. The ramp allowed her to rest her legs at an incline without having to tense up. I could slide down and be inside her.

I rubbed my cock against her wetness, and she whimpered. “Is this what you wanted when you set of up these pillows?”

“Yes.” Breathless, she rubbed against me. I moved up and down faster.

“Look at how sexy you are. All my naughty fantasies come true.”

She arched her back up. “You make me feel beautiful.”

I pushed the tip of my cock inside, testing to see how tight she was. I wanted my fingers inside her, but if I pushed inside her, I wouldn’t stop until she came.

The selfish past of me wanted her coming on my cock.

Stella gasped, and shifted her hips, trying to push down onto me.

“Is this what my darling wants?” Blood pounded in my head, and it was all I could do not to thrust into her until we were both screaming.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Knot me, Evan.” She sounded so aroused, I couldn’t resist her. I pushed all the way inside, stopping at my knot.

She keened, laying back against the ramp.

“Look at how sexy you are,” I panted. “Taking my cock so well.” I thrust in and out of her, shallow, grinding movements. Each move out, I could see her slick wetness all over me.

She whimpered again. I leaned over her, running my hands up her sides to cup her breasts.

“Evan.” Her face was enraptured and tortured at all once.

I thrust into her, rocking my knot against her. I moved faster, setting a good pace until her breasts were bouncing.

“Oh fuck, look at you riding my cock like a good girl.” I unsnapped her bra, letting her breasts bounce harder.

“Evan, keep talking to me like that,” she panted. Her walls tightened around me, and she was close, so close.

“You like hearing about what a good girl you are?” I looked between us. God, she was so hot, I was going to black out. “Look at how wet you are for my cock. You’re dripping, aren’t you babe?”

“Yes,” she said, sounding pained.

I kept going, tension building at the base of my cock. I was going to come, and hard. “Your breasts are gorgeous bouncing like that. I can’t decide if I want to fuck you or eat you out or fuck your breasts in this position.”

Stella whimpered, squeezing her legs against me. She arched up against her restraints but didn’t break them.

“You like being my good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she cried out. She was on the edge, so close. I could knot her, but that was too easy. I wasn’t here to give her quick orgasms, but what she needed.

“You saw these pillows and wanted me to fuck you on them, didn’t you? Wanted to spread yourself for me?”

“Oh, fuck,” she whined. “Oh god, yes.”

I thrust harder, until she bounced against me. “You laid yourself out for me so I could come in here and fuck you like you wanted.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Take what you want.”

“Oh yes,” I panted. I drove into her with each thrust. “You’re doing wonderfully.”

“Evan,” she moaned. “Evan.”

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