Page 43 of Riding the Edge

The heel of my hand rubs her clit and the thread of control she was holding onto snaps. Winding my other arm around her front, I bring her back to my chest and hold her as she comes apart in my arms. Panting, she turns her head and reaches for my face. Caressing my beard with the back of her hand, she leans in and presses her lips to mine.

“This is crazy,” she murmurs over my mouth.

“You keep saying that,” I point out. Fixing her panties, I pull my hand out of her pants and turn her around bringing us face to face.

“You just fingered me in my kitchen.”

“Yeah and you just came on my hand,” I say, taking her arms and putting them over her head. “Now, the next time you do the dishes, you’ll have something to think about.”

Pulling the tank top over her head, I toss it behind me and drink her in.

“What?” she whispers.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I grunt, tearing my eyes away from the white lace bra and the pert nipples it barely covers. Smiling at me, she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. Her arms fall to her sides and the bra slides off her shoulders. I step closer to her and loop a finger between her tits, dragging the cups away from her chest. Bending my head, I open my mouth around her breast. Her hands take purchase on my shoulders as I lap, suck and tease her nipple.

“God, you’re good at that,” she hisses.

Roughly pulling the bra off completely, I straighten up and wrap my arms around her. Dipping my head, I take her mouth, pushing my tongue deep inside her. I kiss her thoroughly, committing her taste to my memory. Suddenly, I feel her hands on me, traveling down my chest, pulling away my shirt. She makes quick work of my belt and unzips my jeans. Breaking the kiss, she reaches inside and wraps her delicate fingers around my thick cock.

“Christ,” I grunt.

“Take your boots off.”

“What?”

“I want you in my bed,” she declares, pumping my cock as she nips at my lips. “But you’re not dragging those dirty boots on my carpet.”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

Sliding her hand out of my jeans, she leans back and gives me a look.

She ain’t kidding.

“I have an ivory carpet.”

“Of course you do,” I growl, kicking off my boots. “Get naked, Lady.”

Obliging, she shimmies out of her jeans, kicking them off at the ankles. Next, she hooks her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and peels them down her legs. It doesn’t get past me that she robbed of the chance to rip them off her. Making a mental note to tear them off with my teeth next time, I watch her step out of them. Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt over my head and the beast buried deep inside me snaps. With my jeans riding low on my hips, I grab a hold of her ass and hoist her into my arms. She cries out in shock but quickly recovers, winding her legs around my waist.

“Which way to the bedroom?”

“Down the hall, first door on the right,” she instructs.

Pressing her hard nipples against my chest, she squirms in my arms and her wet pussy rides my stomach, driving me fucking crazy. I barely make it into the ivory and peach oasis that is her bedroom before I drop her on the bed. Watching her bounce against the satin comforter, I kick off my jeans and wrap my hand around my aching cock.

“Fancy room,” I mutter, grabbing a hold of her ankles. Dragging her to the edge, I drop to my knees and throw her legs over my shoulders.

“Gonna give me something to think about when I close my eyes?”

“Lady, when you close your eyes you won’t have to think about me because you’re gonna still feel me,” I say before tonguing her sweet fucking pussy. Her gasp meets my ears and I go at her hard, licking her from ass to clit. She goes wild when I start sucking her clit, gasping and pleading for more. I lift my eyes, watching her arch off the bed and fist the comforter.

“Promise… me…” she pants.

Little does she know, I’d promise her the moon if it meant more of this… more of her.

“You’ll never shave.”

Giving her one more languid lick, I pull my mouth away from her and grab her ankles.

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