Page 42 of A Quick Stop in Paradise

I smiled. “You said you just needed a little bit here in the car.”

“Fuck, Brooklyn, please don’t torment me.”

I laughed. “Shall we head inside?”

“You’re evil,” she said, adjusting her dress and taking a second to pull herself together as I stepped out of the car, fully aware of her wetness still lingering on my fingers.

“So,” I said, stepping around the car and up to Ryan’s side as she climbed out of the car, “shall we take the scenic way around and have a nice little nature walk on our way to the back?”

“Only if you want me to rip my clothes off in the middle of thenature walkand get on my knees to lick you until you come.”

Jesus Christ. I took a breath, opening my mouth and closing it, and Ryan folded her arms, looking at me with fire blazing in her eyes.

“I have never been this turned on in my fucking life, so are you going to take me inside and fuck me to orgasm, or should I do it myself?”

I laughed breathlessly. “Well, with an offer like that,” I said, stepping in closer under the low-hanging front awning and whispering in her ear. “I don’t know if I mentioned, but I’m off work tomorrow. So if you want to go all night and see how many ways I can make you come, you can be my guest.”

She closed her eyes with a low moan. “Is it hard to have multiple orgasms?”

“Have you not done it before?”

She shook her head. “I’m always very… get it done and clean up…”

I laughed, squeezing a hand on her ass. “Get inside and I’ll show you exactly what it’s like. I don’t think it’s going to be hard at all. I think it’s going to be very, very hard for you not to.”

I unlocked the door and ushered her inside, and I hadn’t even gotten the door shut before Ryan kissed me, her hands feeling over my waist, along the band of my pants, and she hooked a leg up around my waist, grinding on me as her lips melded with mine. I flung the door shut, fumbling behind me a few tries to get it locked while I slipped my other hand up Ryan’s dress, taking her ass in both hands and grinding her against me. She moaned loudly, hungrily, insistently, and I pulled her dress up—she only pulled away from the kiss for a second to let me slip it off her head and throw it onto the couch, lips chasing mine as soon as I did, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth as I unhooked her bra, slipping it off of her. I tugged her underwear down too, dropping them to the floor, and she fumbled on one foot at a time to get her heels off, tossing them aside, not taking her lips off mine for a second. I walked her back to the couch, shoving her down into it and kneeling on top of her, and I parted from her lips just to watch the look of absolute pleasure washing over her as I slipped my hand down between her thighs and ran up over her pussy, reveling in how wet she was for me.

“Oh, fuck me,” she groaned, rolling her head back against the back of the couch.

“Gladly. Just tell me how.” I teased my fingertips over her clit, feeling how she throbbed for me. “Tell me how you want to come for the first time tonight, Ryan.”

“Anything. God, anything at all.”

I bit my lip. “I want to fuck you with a strap-on, but maybe that’s a bit much for right away—”

She grabbed my pants and tugged them down, not even unbuttoning them first, wrenching them over my ass together with my underwear, and I lost my train of thought. “Jesus Christ, I want you to fuck me with your strap-on,” she moaned, and hearing her say that while she was taking my clothes off, spread on my couch below me, legs open wide for me to touch her dripping wet pussy—it was kind of a miracle I didn’t come just from that.

“Then you’ll have to wait one second for me to get it.” I kissed her forehead, standing up. “Try not to come until I’ve gotten back.”

“Ugh.” She threw me off my little controlling streak when she tugged my underwear down to my knees, and without even a second’s hesitation, she leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouth kiss to my clit, and I jolted, bucking my hips against her without meaning to.

“Jesus—do you want me to get the strap or not?”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” she groaned, running her fingers through my folds, staring at me like I was the best thing she’d ever seen, and—Christ, I wasn’t lasting like this. Not with her mouth still close to me, soft silky fingertips touching me, making me want to grab her by the ponytail and shove her face into my pussy.

“You are, too, and now—if you want me to get the strap-on, then you’re going to have to be careful doing that, or we’ll have a change of plans.”

“Mm.” She looked up at me as she dragged her tongue up along the length of me, and I bucked my hips against her. “I guess so,” she murmured, before taking another long, sinful lick. My knees quivered, and I steadied myself with a hand on her head, which was a bad idea if I wanted to convince myself not to grind myself on her face.

“Jesus Christ. Are you sure this is your first time with a girl?”

“I’m very sure. I thought I’d have more reservations, but, fuck, Brooklyn, look at you…” She closed her eyes, pressing her mouth up against me, and I couldn’t help myself giving in, too—gripped my fingers tighter into the back of her head, groaned loudly as her sinfully hot tongue lapped up through my folds, sucking on my clit.

“Ryan, you have about three more seconds doing this before I’m fully locked in on coming on your face.”

She opened her eyes, looking up at me, and she batted her eyelashes before she closed her eyes again, pushing in deeper against my pussy, and she definitely went more than three seconds.

Fuck me. I couldn’t be blamed. I put my knee on the couch next to her, shifting to rest my weight against the couch, one hand gripping the back and one gripping her head, and I gasped curses as I ground my pussy against her mouth, luxuriating in the feeling of her tongue unraveling me, taking me apart piece by piece. How she was so fucking good at this, I wasn’t sure I’d ever know, but that didn’t matter right now—all that mattered was the fact that it was no time at all before I had an orgasm building up, and when I told her in a low growl I was starting to get close, she made a hungry sound in her throat, gripping my ass and holding me into her with one hand while her other slipped down between her thighs, playing with herself.

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