Page 43 of A Quick Stop in Paradise

I wasn’t lasting seeing that. I gripped tighter against her hair, pressing her harder into me as I felt my orgasm shatter my foundations, exploding through my body, and I came savagely on her face, grinding my pussy against her mouth as her tongue worked me through a mind-melting orgasm, and she didn’t let go—kept licking, sucking on me the whole way through, until it started to get oversensitive, and I had to pull her away, stumbling trying to stand back up and falling on the couch. She crawled on top of me, gorgeously naked and playing with herself still with one hand as she kissed me, marked with my own taste.

“Christ, you’re… good at that,” I said, once she’d broken off from the kiss. She gave me a hazy smile, biting down on one corner of her lip, still circling her fingers on her clit.

“That was so fucking hot,” she said. “God, I loved the sounds you made.”

“I’m not going to lie, it’s not the first time I’ve been the first time for a girl to do that, but nobody’s ever been so… enthusiastic. Or so good.”

She shrugged wildly. “Okay? So I like licking your pussy. Are you going to fight me over it?”

“No,” I laughed, slipping a hand down between her thighs, and she moaned softly, moving her own hand out of the way and propping herself up to grind her hips on my hand. “But I am going to fuck you even harder to make up for it.”

“Mm… please can you go get the strap-on now?”

I moved swiftly, rolling over and pinning her to the couch, kissing her hot and heavy while I slipped two fingers to her entrance, pushing just half a digit inside before I pulled out and stood up, leaving her thrusting her hips up chasing me. “Since you asked so nicely,” I said, and she nodded breathlessly, watching me go to the bedroom.

Every second was too long a wait before I got back with the harness fitted and strap in place and lubed up, and Ryan moaned looking at it, spreading her legs wider on the couch without, I think, even realizing it. Probably didn’t need the lube. Probably did need to wash the couch cushions later. I wasn’t too sad.

“You look so pretty spread out for me,” I said, standing over her, running my fingertips down her front, “ready to take me inside you…”

“Pleaseyes. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.”

“Tell me how you’d like it, Ryan.”

She spoke breathlessly, raking her eyes slowly up from my strap to meet my gaze. “I want to ride your lap… please.”

God, this girl was full of surprises. And every one of them was better than the last. I bent over and pressed a long, deep kiss against her lips, and I shifted to sit down, guiding her to straddle my lap. She bit her lip hard looking down at me underneath her, knees splayed on either sides of my hips and her hands on my shoulders for support, and I saw a flash of vulnerability over her face.

“I’m not normally like this. I don’t know what…”

“The fact that you are feeling like this is the sexiest thing I think I’ve seen in my life. Show me how badly you want me to fuck you right now.”

The vulnerability, the worry, flickered away from her face as quickly as it appeared, and she let out a low moan as she lowered herself onto the strap—I angled the base with one hand to better meet her, and she moved a hand to adjust the tip, sliding it inside of her, and she sank down onto me, her expression turning hazy as she did.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, my god.”

I leaned in closer, holding my hands on her hips. “You want to come on my cock, don’t you, Ryan?”

“Brooklyn.” She closed her eyes, rocking her hips, grinding on me. “Oh, fuck, yes, I do.”

“Good girl. Keep going, then. Let me see you feel good.”

It took no time at all until she was riding my lap, bouncing on my cock, pulling up and slamming down, gyrating her hips and taking me deep inside her. I took in every part of her like I was at a feast and didn’t know where to start—felt my hands up over the small, perky shapes of her breasts, held my hands on her ass and guided her up and down harder on my cock, played with her clit while I pulled her into a sloppy, wet kiss, constantly breaking off with the movement and crashing back into each other again, and her hips were fully moving without her control when she hung her head and cried out, “Oh, god, Brooklyn, I’m going to come—”

“That’s it, babe, come for me,” I said, thrusting my hips up to meet her as she ground against me, throwing her head back with a cry so loud I was going to be hearing about this from Allison in the morning. “Come on my cock,” I said, gripping her tighter into me, moving my hips to keep satisfying her as she came hard, muscles contracting, tightening around me. She went slack on me after a minute, breathing hard, and I captured her in a long, slow kiss, staying inside her without moving, just keeping that connection as we kissed slow and hot and languid.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, face beet-red, not looking at me, once she pulled away from the kiss. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“You found someone you want to have sex with?”

“Yeah, but—still—” She put a hand over her face. I pulled it away, kissing her again.

“Ryan, I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life either. If you don’t want to continue, that’s fine, but Iwillneed a minute to get myself off at least one more time thinking about all of this.”

She shot me a look. “Do not,” she started, her voice low, “get off without me. It’ssofucking hot making you come. It makes me feel like the sexiest person ever to live.”

“I think you might just be, yeah, actually.”

“Show me how to make you come,” she said, sliding up slowly off of me. “Show me exactly what you want me to do right now to make you come.”

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