Page 46 of Living on the Edge

“That’s a good girl,” I whisper. “Take my finger, and I promise you’re going to enjoy it.”

She moans as I work my finger into her, slow and steady, until I’m past two knuckles.

“Just a little more,” I encourage, “and then I’ll let you come. Press against me.”

She writhes and wiggles, and I turn the vibrator up to the highest speed.

“Oh, fuck!” She lurches, and my finger pushes the rest of the way into her ass.

“Ride my finger,” I whisper. “And come for me.”

I slip my tongue inside her as I finger fuck her ass and I feel her pussy start to spasm.

“Angus! Ohhh!” She lets out a low, keening wail, a rush of liquid gushing out of her. “Please-please-please!” She shrieks, bucking into my face, bearing down on my finger, and slipping over the edge a second time. Her breath is choppy as little aftershocks rock her, and she shivers against me.

“How’s that for effort?” I ask, straightening up and wiping my face with the back of my hand.

“Holy shit.” She’s still glassy-eyed as she lies there.

“I’m going to wash my hands and when I come back, I want you face down, ass in the air.”

I hurry into the bathroom to quickly clean up and when I get back to the bed, she’s exactly as I instructed.

Fuck me, this is intoxicating.

I roll the condom down my aching shaft and position myself between her legs.

“You ready, baby?”

“Fuck me, Angus.Please.”

That’s all I need to hear. I thrust in hard and deep, with no hesitation.

“Oh, God.” She whimpers as I bottom out.

“You can take it, Ryleigh.” I run my hands over the globes of her ass. “You liked me finger fucking your ass, didn’t you baby?”

She moans in response, and I slap one cheek.

“Yes or no,” I say firmly. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes.”

“Say the words.”

“I liked… when you finger fucked my ass.”

“You’d like my cock in there too. Too bad this is a one-off.” I pull out to the tip and then punch back in, making her groan.

She might have the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked, and I grit my teeth as she clenches and squeezes, pulling me deeper. I’m not small, so a lot of women complain when I’m rough, but Ryleigh isn’t going to. I already know that. She likes my dominance and the way I give her what she needs.

I wrap my fist in her hair, tugging tight enough to lift her head an inch or so off the mattress. Not enough to hurt her, but with enough force to remind her who’s in charge.

“Lift to your elbows,” I command.

She wiggles into place and now I pull her head back further. We’re facing the mirror over the dresser and I thrust in deep.

“Watch as I fuck you,” I growl.

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