Page 78 of Swift and Saddled

My dick was already painfully hard in my jeans, and I’d barely even touched her.

I licked her again and then I stopped holding back. I buried my face between her legs, and I devoured her like I was starving.

And I was. For her.

“Oh my god, Wes,” Ada moaned. “Oh mygod.” She knotted her fingers in my hair, and her thighs closed around my head. I used my hands to force them back open. I sucked her clit into my mouth and her hips rolled.

I looked up at her. Her eyes were glued to the mirror behind me.Fuck.I sucked on her clit harder. I watched her mouth fall open and her head fall back. Her breaths were coming quicker now. I knew she was close.

I started fucking her with my fingers as I tasted her. She started to buck, and her grip on my hair tightened. What started as her chanting my name dissolved into a string of moans and sighs.

Her pussy tightened around my fingers and her body went rigid. I felt her come on my tongue and continued towring her orgasm out of her. It wasn’t until she collapsed back on the couch that I sat back on my heels.

Ada’s eyes were on me, and they tracked my every movement as I brought my hand up to wipe her off my mouth before I licked her off my fingers.

“Fuck,” she whispered. I fully intended to crawl up beside her on the couch and lie with her for a while, but Ada had other plans. She grabbed my face and pulled my mouth back to hers. I wondered if she could taste herself.

“Wes, I want you inside me,” she said against my mouth. “And I want to watch again.”Jesus Christ.

I pulled my mouth away from hers, and she started kissing and biting at my neck as she went to unbuckle my jeans. It was my turn to groan.

“Sweetheart,” I moaned before I uttered the worst five words in the entirety of the English language. “I don’t have a condom.” Why the fuck didn’t I have a condom?

Dumbass.

“I don’t care,” she said, and I went still. “I’m on birth control, both of us are clear.”

“Ada…” I hesitated. I didn’t want her to feel pressure or do something she regretted in the heat of the moment.

“Please, Wes.” She pushed my jeans down my legs and cupped my dick over my briefs. “I want to feel you.”

“Are you sure that’s not just the orgasm talking?” I managed, lucky I was even able to get words out when she was pulling down my briefs and wrapping her hand around my cock.

“Orgasm or no”—she licked her way up my neck and bit my earlobe, and she was lucky I didn’t fall to my knees—“itdoesn’t change the fact that I want to feel your cock inside me. Without anything between us.”

Fuck.I loved every part of Ada, but I especially loved this part. The bold part. The one that kissed me at the bar, that argued with me, the part that pushed and shoved and brought me to my fucking knees every time it came out to play.

I kissed her then, hard and hot. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes, you have my enthusiastic consent.” I felt her smile against my mouth, and I started walking her back toward the mirror.

When we were close, I turned her around. “Hands on the mirror, sweetheart,” I said into her ear, and then I bit her neck.

Ada leaned forward and her palms landed on the mirror just before our eyes met in the reflection. “Spread your legs,” I said. I trailed my hands down her back and gripped her hip for leverage as I guided myself inside her.

I went slow. Both for her sake and for mine, I wanted this to last. Ada watched me the whole time. Her entire body was flushed.

“You feel,” she moaned as I pushed further into her, “big.” My hips rolled involuntarily, and now I was fully seated inside her.

My breath was ragged. I put my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes.Breathe.“Look at us, Wes,” Ada sighed, and I lifted my head. “Look at how good we look.”

I almost blurted it out then—how I felt about her—but I bit my tongue. Instead, I started to thrust in and out of her.

Again. Again. Again, and again.

Ada’s moans turned into screams, and we didn’t take our eyes off each other as both of our bodies started to shake. “I’m close, Wes. I’m so fucking close.” I thrusted harder but kept the same pace, and Ada’s eyes glazed over.

“Tell me where to come,” I said. We only talked about the beginning—not the end.

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