Page 120 of The Import Slot
“Yeah, babe?” his mouth is still on my neck.
“Get your pants off.”
He wriggles under me and pushes them down, freeing his dick. “Wanna sit on it first?” he smirks.
I answer him by doing just that. I straddle him and rock back and forth, throwing my head back when he circles my clit.
“Lay down on the bed before I come,” he says.
It’s not an ask because he lifts me by my hips, sets me on the bed, and pushes my legs toward my chest.
He kisses down my body and trails kisses along the insides of my thighs before his tongue flicks my clit.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I breathe, grabbing his hair.
“Where’s your dildo?” he asks, looking up at me.
“I was close! Don’t stop!” I complain.
“Babe—”
I point at my drawers, surprised he’s asked for that instead of my vibrator, but his tongue starts working again, and it doesn’t take me long to come.
“Isn’t Vicky home?” he asks from between my legs.
“Shit. I’ll be quiet.”
He shrugs as he gets up, heading to my drawers, “She likely already knows what’s going on in here by now. Hey, back in position.”
He comes back to bed, dildo in hand. Then he takes a bottle of lube out of the drawer next to his side of the bed and starts prepping my ass with his finger.
“Where do you want my cock, babe?” his voice is husky, and he looks rock hard.
I can’t concentrate; his finger slips in and out of my ass, and it feels incredible. I let out a groan when he stops.
“Tell me.”
“My ass.”
“Tell me, Jenna. Use your words.”
“I want your cock in my ass,” I succumb.
I really want it.
He works his finger more before squirting some lube onto his palm and stroking his dick a few times.
I whimper as he slides into me, slowly and steadily filling me up. He thrusts a few times, pushing in deeper each time before grabbing the dildo and teasing my pussy.
“How would you feel about me sliding this into your pussy?”
I nod and watch him gently pull out most of the way before adding the dildo. He slides back in and pushes the dildo into my pussy at the same time.
“Fuck. That is incredible. I feel so full, I—” I say. Ryan reaches down with his free hand and rubs my clit, and it doesn’t take long for me to come undone, biting my lip to stop the scream.
Ryan smirks, “I’m trying to hold off, babe. You feel incredible.”
“Where do you want to come?” I ask him.
