Page 94 of The Situation
“No.”
“Zero chance?”
“Negative two.”
She smirks, taking my hand in hers. “Good.”
“Where are we going?”
Not that I really care.She’s naked. I’d listen to Gannon talk about investments all night if I got to look at her.
She climbs up into the window seat that I’ve never once used, her ass jiggling as she crawls to the back.
The moon is bright in the dark sky behind her. It illuminates her, making the air around her glow as she works to position three pillows to her liking. I adjust myself, wincing as the pain of needing to shed these pants almost becomes too much.
“Okay,” she says, sitting on her knees. “Come on.”
I climb in beside her, resting my back against the pillows. My breath hitches in my throat as Aurora straddles me.
“Damn,” I hiss, making sure my zipper is tucked away so it doesn’t hurt her. As I withdraw my fingers, they slide against her clit, making her shiver. “You’re ready for me again, aren’t you?”
Her eyes blaze as she rests her pussy on my lap.
She throws her arms over my shoulders and brings her mouth to mine. Slowly, her hips start to move.
“Fuck,” I mutter against her lips.
She whimpers into my mouth, and I swallow her sweet, soft sounds.
I flex my hips, giving her a better angle to grind against. She rocks against me, rolling her hips to get the best friction against her clit.
“Do you like this?” I ask, eager to learn her favoriteeverything.
“I like everything with you.”
Her words are breathless, so soft they’re nearly unable to be heard. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, soaking my pants as she moves harder.
I cup her tits, bringing one nipple to my mouth. As soon as my tongue touches her swollen bud, she moans.
My cock pulses, balls tightening so hard it aches.
I suck her into my mouth, rolling the flat part of my tongue around the peak.
Her knees spread farther, lowering her even heavier onto my lap. I drop my hands to her ass, squeezing her cheeks until she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Tate,” she says, her pitch rising.
Her movements become more deliberate. Faster.Harder. I thrust against her, wanting to give her what she wants.
She’s so beautiful riding me this way and knowing that she’s relaxed enough with me to try something like this—that I’m a safe place for her to explore—makes me even harder.
Closer to losing control.
Hold it. Hold it. Don’t you blow, you fucker.
Sweat gathers on my forehead as I catch her scent filling the air. Her wetness coats the tips of my fingers. The heat of her pussy against my cock intensifies as she grinds down on it.
“I gotta stop,” I say, trying to make her still.
