Page 32 of Wilder Puck
Ryan Wilder.
Bare ass naked in front of me.
His dick hanging between his legs.
Wow.
My heart flutters because I’m naked in front of him too.
“So?” Ryan says. He turns around for me to get a better look at his ass, and wow.
“Yeah,” I say. I can’t believe he’s naked in front of me and that I’m turned on the way I am. I didn’t ever exactly imagine this. Maybe once or twice, but the reality is far better than what I could have ever thought.
“An easy ten, am I right?” he asks.
“Okay,” I scold. “Your ego doesn’t need any more compliments.”
“Come on,” he says, flexing his back now.
“You’re a ten,” I nod. I’ve admitted this before so admitting it now isn’t anything new.
He jumps onto the bed. “Are you ready for very vanilla sex with a ten?”
“You are so full of yourself.” I smile.And goofy.
He tilts my chin, then he kisses me with his tongue skimming mine. When I feel the head of his dick graze my inner thigh, I moan.
He groans. “I love that sound, Ads.” He kisses me, pushing himself against me. The contact makes me moan again. “Are you ready?”
I reach down and grab his dick. He watches me. I move my hand to work him up a little more.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
He nods, looking at my lips. He leans down to kiss me while I aim him in.
When he enters me, my body is only in this moment. I am panting, clawing at him, and moaning in his ear.
He eases himself further into me, and holy shit, that’s it. That’s the fucking spot. He has filled me completely, and I’m in total ecstasy.
“Ryan,” I moan, throwing my head back on the pillow.
I’m utterly all his.
I don’t think I can give any advice right now because this…him.
He feels amazing.
“Ads,” he moans. “You good?”
“Am I good?” I laugh, reaching my hands out to grip the blanket. “Holy shit, am I good. I’m really good.”
He nods. “Me too,” he says, watching me.
Once he starts thrusting against me, I hold onto his shoulders and try to muffle my sounds by biting him. He seems to like it because he returns the favor on my neck. He’s nipping and sucking and fucking me oh-so-good that I cannot imagine why he doesn’tlovehaving vanilla sex. If this is what his vanilla sex is like, then I never want another flavor. He can vanilla me all day and all night.Forever.
Our sex is so much more than basic. It’s shattering, it’s beautiful andfun. He’s kissing me, he’s moaning, he’s staring into my eyes, his teeth have grazed my body a few times, and the way he licks my cleavage isinsane!There needs to be a study on that. It sent me. I went straight to heaven. Like my body, soul, and mind died and went straight to heaven. What in the Ryan Wilder was that move? Meanwhile, I am grabbing his ass, biting his lips, tongue dancing with his, and meeting his hips with each thrust until he pulls out and comes onto my stomach.
“I would have vanilla sex with you all the time,” I admit as we lay next to each other, depleted of energy. We have our clothes back on because there’s no way I would remain naked next to my best friend. Even though we just had sex, lying down without clothes on is too intimate.
