Page 110 of Living on the Edge

“Hi!” Ryleigh comes in after going shopping with Lexi and Sydney, and I peer at the packages curiously.

“Hey. Have fun?”

“I did.” She puts everything down and comes over to kiss me. She’s lean and tan, after we spent a few days at the beach in San Diego, and I tug her onto my lap.

“Buy me anything?”

“Does a new bikini count?”

“Oh, yeah. Can I see?”

“Maybe.” She runs a hand down my chest. “But I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon—I’m so horny.”

“Well, that’s a problem I can solve.” I palm her ass as I slip my tongue between her lips. She sighs into my mouth, as she adjusts her position to straddle me.

We have an hour before we have to leave for the arena, but that’s plenty of time. I’m in no rush as I kiss her, grinding my erection against her core. She’s wearing one of these adorable sundresses she likes, with spaghetti straps and—no bra. She took my request to heart and rarely wears a bra these days unless she’s going somewhere. Apparently, shopping with the girls doesn’t count because I feel her taut nipples poking against my chest.

I untie the straps at her shoulders, watching as the fabric slips down below her breasts.

“Lunch,” I murmur, bending my head and sucking one into my mouth. One hand travels south, beneath her dress, to cup her bare ass since she almost always wears thongs.

“When are you going to let me fuck your ass?” I whisper as I lift my head.

“You have to buy me a plug,” she replies with a playful grin. “Your dick is way too big to do it without preparation.”

“You’d take it just fine,” I say, “but I’ll buy you a plug. Maybe a few of them. I think you’ll love the vibrating kind.”

She moans. “God, Angus, would you just fuck me already?”

“We are incredibly impatient today, aren’t we?” I tease, making her lift to her knees so I can get my dick out.

She slides down almost immediately, and her breath leaves her in a rush.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

“Yeah, it does.” I tug at the dress, and she lifts her arms so I can pull it off her. She’s still wearing panties but that didn’t stop us.

“More,” she pleads as I rock into her.

“Slow and steady,” I say, using both hands to pull her head down so I can kiss her some more. Our mouths lock together instantly, our bodies in sync as we make love. We do it a lot—at least twice a day unless she’s on her period—and it’s magnificent.

“This never gets old,” she says, her eyes boring into mine.

“Never,” I agree.

She shifts her hips, taking me deeper, and I’m already feeling that tingle in my spine, the one that’s going to send me over the edge.

“I’m close,” I grunt.

“Just like that,” she pants, bouncing up and down, her tits waving just out of my reach.

But it doesn’t matter.

I buck hard, and our bodies slap together a few more times before her wails fill the room.

Finally, she collapses against me, and I stroke my hand down her back.

“That what you were thinking about all afternoon?”

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