Page 97 of The Illicit Play
Panting breaths hit my sensitive skin as she rocks over me, then starts to whimper. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”Her voice rises and pitches, her pants turning into lusty wails that tell me just how much she’s enjoying this.
Her body goes tense for a hot second, her pussy clamping around my finger… and then a delicious shudder runs right through as she finally gives in to the orgasm, her body vibrating over mine.
“So good,” she whimpers. “So fucking good.”
I grin, slipping my finger out of her and wondering what she’s gonna do next.
Will she go back to sucking me off or…
Oh shit.
She’s scrambling up my body with the speed of a striking snake.
“Blake,” I rasp, but my voice evaporates the second she perches her sweet ass over my cock. Before I can stop her, she’s guiding my rock-hard dick into a soft haven that feels so damn good I lose the ability to think, let alone warn her that we shouldn’t be doing this.
CHAPTER 30
BLAKE
I know I should have asked.
I should have checked that he didn’t mind me sliding myself over his very large cock. My inner walls stretched to accommodate him, this delicious, hot mix of pain and pleasure firing through me as I lowered myself to his hilt.
Oh damn, he feels so good.
My body was working on instinct, you see. I honestly don’t think I could have stopped this. The physical drive pulsing through me took over, and I had to have him. I needed him inside me, piercing my most intimate self.
I’ve never experienced anyone this size before, and he’s stretching me to my limit, but I am pumping him like I’ll die if I don’t.
I’m not facing him, so I have no idea if this is as good for him as it is for me, and I really should check.
I’m being a selfish bitch right now.
Grady grunts, the sound sending a burst of pleasure right through me. When his hands land on my hips,squeezing like he’s only just in control, I can’t help a triumphant grin.
Yes! He is so into this!
“Protection,” he rasps, and I glance over my shoulder, quickly reading his dazed yet worried expression. “I’m not wearing anything.”
“I’m on the pill.” I puff and pant, riding him with short, fast jerks before slowing my pace and enjoying a few long, smooth strokes. “I’m clean,” I throw in, just to assure him that he really doesn’t have to worry.
I got tested before I left Chicago and haven’t been with anyone else since.
“Me too.” He groans, and I look back once more, watching his head tip back as he finally lets go and gives in to this.
Yes. We’ve been holding this on lockdown ever since we saw each other in that bathroom. And now, finally, we’re getting that release we so desperately need.
Leaning forward, I rest my hands on his impressive thighs and pump his cock like a piston. I’m so wet, it’s a smooth, slippery, mind-blowing ride.
My boobs are bouncing, the undulating rhythm adding a new layer of appeal. It’s impossible not to moan, whimper, squeak, and make a myriad of other embarrassing noises as I lose myself in this man. He’s all-consuming, my insides turning to liquid fire when his fingers trail down to my calves. He squeezes, explores, tantalizes with each soft brush, the perfect contrast to his powerful cock slicing into me, creating an entirely new and heady rush.
Another orgasm starts to build inside me and I runwith it, chasing that high as I lean back and sink right down on him.
His hands shoot back to my hips and he sits up, guiding my movements but still letting me be in charge. I’ve set the pace, and he’s going with it.
His panting breaths hit my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin.
He feels so amazing, I can’t control this swell of power inside me. I come all over again, more erotic wails punching out of me as I surrender to this sensation.
