Page 18 of My So-Called Perfect Life
His tongue moves up and down between my legs, and I’m flying high fast. He slows his pace and circles around my nub before pulling back.
“Let’s do this right,” he declares as if I’m supposed to know what that means.
“I know what I said downstairs,” I gasp. “But you were totally doing it right just now. No need to stop.”
He laughs. That thick, hearty laugh. “If you were happy with that, then you’ll be thrilled with what I’m about to do to you.”
He scoops me up and deposits me on a couch against the wall. Before I can even try to comprehend what the hell he just meant, Ryan is on his knees between my legs, and his fingers fill me in the most delicious way as his tongue swirls back around my clit. His free hand presses against my lower abdomen, and deep in my belly, I feel the growing of something.
His fingers work some dark magic inside me while his tongue does the same on the outside.
In what feels like less than thirty seconds, I’m screaming out his name as I come hard, “Ryan!”
I hear the jingling of a belt as his tongue leisurely licks me until I come back down.
“I think it’s more than safe to say, you know your way around a clit,” I huff out as I try to catch my breath.
He chuckles as he stands. “I never doubted my abilities for a second.”
Any comeback is lost as his pants hit the floor, and a very nice, very large cock springs out. A cock with a silver glint peeking out from underneath.
“Is that …”
“Yep,” he replies with a devious grin.
“Oh, dear God,” I whisper under my breath.
Based on his snicker, I know he heard me.
Leaning forward, I wrap my fingers around the thickness and lick my lips before placing them around his hard cock. My tongue flicks the barbell just under the round head, and I’m rewarded with a hoarse moan.
I do it again and again until Ryan grabs a handful of hair and pulls me up, taking my mouth. I taste myself on his tongue, and it’s something I never thought I’d like.
“The only place I’m coming tonight is in your warm pussy, sweetheart.”
Want. Need. Desire. It all courses through me as I shove him back onto the couch. Straddling his thighs, I grip his glorious cock, line it up right where I want it, and slide down on it.
“Oh God,” I moan as I feel full.
I rotate my hips just as Ryan grips them and pushes me up and off.
“I love your enthusiasm, but we need a condom first, sweetheart.”
Holy shit. A condom.I totally forgot about that.
“I’m so sorry,” I say. “I haven’t used them in so long; I forgot.”
He pulls his wallet from the pocket of his jeans and produces a foil packet. “Good thing I didn’t let you out to jump on the first man you saw then, huh?”
He turns me around and bends me over. He kneels and runs his tongue through my slit a few times before I feel the hot head of his cock at my opening. I stretch and burn in the best possible way as he slowly enters me.
His thrusts are unhurried and methodical. “Damn, you feel so good.”
I moan out something unintelligible as I bask in the way the balls of his piercing massage the walls of my sex. It’s incredible. Pleasure sparks in every fiber of my being as his cock wakes up all the nerve endings in my body.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to need to be scraped up off the floor when this man is done with me.
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