Page 136 of Beyond the Cottage

He got within a scant inch of the head before stopping to readjust. Then he went back in. Alas, he wasn’t actually trying to suck his own dick. His mouth strained for the ribbon tail. Too far away to reach it, but close enough to make her pussy throb.

“What do you even need me for?” she breathed. “Also, done this before?”

He raised his head to glare at her. “No. But I assure you, every fifteen-year-old boy tries.” He dove in again, missing the ribbon, but if he moved to the left and opened his mouth, he’d get the head and then some.

“I won’t object if you want to gratify yourself this way,” she said.

He sat up with a growl. “This isn’t going to work.”

“Keep trying, anyway.”

“Call off this ridiculous challenge.”

“Not achance.”

Hands still clasped, he wiped his sweaty forehead on his shoulder. “Then stop distracting me.”

Gretta fell to her haunches and shut her mouth. He analyzed the ribbon while her eyes devoured his body. How much longer could she go without touching him? She hadn’t anticipated this torture cutting both ways.

“I have one more idea,” he said.

She gave him an encouraging nod. He lay on his back beside her, knees bent, legs spread. Sighing deeply, he rocked up on his shoulders and flipped his legs back.

The tip of his cock prodded his collarbone. The ends of the ribbon brushed his nipple. Lunging, he snagged one satin strand with his teeth and unfurled the bow. He dropped his legs, chest heaving.

Gretta stared, slowly shaking her head.

“Ansel, that was…”So fucking hot.“A complete failure.”

Grinning, she nodded at the ribbon still banding his cock. The tails hung limply at his abdomen, but it remained tied.

She gave him a pitying shrug.

With a beastly roar, he tackled her. His hips landed between her legs, and one hand pinned her arms above her head.

“I said no hands,” she gasped.

“No more games!Let me fuck you.”

“I thought—” She moaned as he ground against her. “I thought you wanted your dick sucked.”

His free hand shoveled her skirt up. He notched himself at her entrance. “Tell me to fuck you. Better yet, fuckme.”

All the fight drained from Gretta. Her soaked pussy opened for him, drawing the head inside. She lifted her hips to take more.

His open mouth fell on hers. His tongue plunged inside the same time his cock did, and they both let out a harsh cry. There was no savoring or gentleness, she’d pushed him too far. His body punished her, and she knew she’d earned each brutal thrust.

His tempo grew chaotic, feral, harder than last time. He filled her completely, pushing deeper with short, tight jabs.

Gretta convulsed. Blue-flame pleasure licked up her abdomen, exploding in stupefying euphoria.

When it faded, she melted in a pliable heap.

Ansel spared her no quarter. He grabbed her ass, lifting it, and kept drilling her. She flopped her arms above her head and let him take all he needed. Though her limbs remained jelly, her pussy squeezed, clamping him in a vice-grip.

“Fuck, Gret!” he shouted into her neck.

She did it again, and he went rigid, pouring himself into her with a deep grunt. Then he collapsed.

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