Page 44 of MidKnight
When he grunted, I released his ball and shot my mouth up to suction the head of his dick. My hands kept working, pumping his shaft and circling his taint until he grabbed my hair.
“Now, laugh for me, Little Dearling,” Ryan commanded.
I smiled on his cock and tried to giggle, letting the vibration from my lips and throat stimulate him.
“Bloss I’m gonna—” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before gobs of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed the best I could, but Ryan’s load was gigantic, and a good deal dribbled out of my mouth.
When his body finally relaxed, I sat back on my knees and wiped my chin with my sleeve.
“How was that?” I was on my feet before the sentence was finished; Ryan yanked me up into his body.
His hands clamped down on my shoulders and jerked roughly. His brute strength pulled my overdress tight over my breasts and ripped the laces. His hand reached for the center; he pulled roughly down. My dress was off three seconds later, and my chemise followed it.
Ryan stepped back for a second, his chest heaving as he stared down at me.
“You are so sarding beautiful,” he rasped. He reached out slowly and traced a finger down my left breast, letting his thumbnail gently scrape my nipple.
I whimpered, “Ryan.”
He groaned, “Even how you say my name … it’s so much better.”
“Better than what?”
He didn’t answer. He knelt in front of me and rubbed his head gently against my belly, just brushing the undersides of my breasts. He kissed my stomach, the slight bumps where my ribs protruded. His tongue traced a hot wet path along the underside of each breast. And then he feathered light kisses over them, never lingering, just teasing.
My mind was full of cloudy, lusty bliss.
“Ryan,” I breathed. I needed him. I was going to burst if he didn’t take me soon.
He used his hands to trace up the outside of my hips. His rough, calloused hands felt so good against my skin. He grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. And then his mouth closed over a nipple. He sucked hard, holding my cheeks, leaving my ass exposed to anyone who walked into the room. It felt so good and so naughty at the same time.
Ryan released my nipple and blew a hot breath over the wet bud.
He nuzzled his face between my breasts and released my ass, moving his hands around to the inside of my thighs. I braced myself for his fingers to trace upward and touch me. But he scooped me up without warning. His forearms hooked beneath my thighs and his hands pressed against my back. He pulled me up, up, up. Until his biceps were level with his shoulders and my thighs were around his neck.
“Ride my face,” Ryan growled.
“But I’ll fall,” Even kneeling, Ryan’s shoulders were nearly five feet from the floor. And I had only his arms for a seat. I put my hands down on his short, shorn black hair for balance.
“I’d never let you fall.” Ryan used his hands to shove my pussy onto his waiting tongue. He licked up my slit, keeping me perfectly balanced on the bulges of his biceps, his elbows locked against my ass, his forearms forming a seat back. He licked again and heat traveled up from my core through my spine. I couldn’t stop myself from arching back into his forearms. My hands clawed at his short hair and I wished it was longer.
Ryan blew warm, hot air on my pussy and I arched again, the hood of my clit hitting the base of his nose. Pleasure shot through me and I tightened my thighs, arching again and again.
Ryan stuck his tongue back out, splitting my pussy lips and spearing me. He gave a long, hot lick up my slit.
I latched onto the back of his neck to give myself more leverage. I put my feet on his ribs and pushed up further, until his nose was directly rubbing my clit. I felt shameless, wanton, as I used my entire body to ride his face for my pleasure. I sped up, my breasts bouncing. And Ryan’s huge biceps never wavered. He held me steady as heat crawled up my spine and a mindless haze clouded my thoughts. He held me steady as I turned him into my own personal sex toy. I jerked wildly against him as I saw stars and he nodded his head up and down to draw out my orgasm as I screamed, curling my toes, digging them into his sides.
A guard burst into the room but quickly shut the door when he saw what was going on.
I didn’t even feel embarrassed. My orgasmic high was so good that I felt giggly and floaty.
Ryan gently lowered me to the ground. My thighs shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I sank to my knees on the rug. Ryan lowered himself to a seated position and pulled me sideways onto his lap. He used his arm to wipe his very wet face, a huge grin lighting up his features.
“That was a screamer.”
“Who knew orgasms midair could be so intense?” I sighed and flopped into his chest. “Thank you.”
“Always, Little Dearling.”
