Page 57 of My So-Called Perfect Life
“I can take it off if you don’t like it.”
“Oh, I like it,” he says, pulling me back into him. “But I like what is underneath even more.”
He unclips my bra with expert precision as I dig my hand into his boxers, grasping his hard length in my hand. I find the barbell under the head as Ryan slips his hand into my panties, finding my clit.
“Two for two,” he whispers as he licks along the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
I flick the barbell and then run my hand up and down his shaft. Ryan’s finger finds my entrance, and he fills me with a long, thick digit, making me moan.
“I love the way you moan for me.”
I love the way you make me moan.
A second finger joins the first while his thumb rubs a circle around my clit, causing me to squeeze him harder.
“Yes, Danielle, just like that.”
I don’t know what I did with my hand, but I grip harder as he strokes me with his fingers.
Higher and higher until I shatter.
“God, Ryan. Yes.” The orgasm barrels through me, and my legs shake with intense pleasure.
He pulls his hand from my panties and brings his fingers to his mouth. The obscene way he licks the evidence of my pleasure from them is enough to make me come again.
“Delicious.”
He steps back, forcing me to let go of his dick. His boxers hit the floor, and he bends over to pull his wallet from his pants.
God, I wish I were behind him, so I could take in the view of his hard ass as he bends over.
He makes fast work of the condom and then removes my panties.
My skin feels singed by the way he looks my body up and down and licks his lips like I’m a midnight snack he’s about to devour.
His cock stands proud and poised for action as he steps into me once again, pressing his warm skin against mine. His fingers tangle back into my wet tresses as he kisses me. He dominates the kiss, bending me back, taking everything he can.
Laying me down, he follows suit until every part of our bodies touch. He snakes his hand down and slides the tip of his dick through my slickness. He thrusts inside me, stealing the air from my lungs.
I swear, his breath becomes mine as my back arches up, and his arms slip under me, hugging me to his body as he fills me over and over again.
My eyes open, and his blue ones are waiting there for me, filled with hunger. He presses his lips to my neck and then my jaw, peppering my heated skin with kisses.
The muscles of his arm bulge as he lifts himself up and looks down between our joined bodies.
“Watching my cock disappear inside you is sexy as hell.”
He hooks his arm under one of my legs and pulls it back, opening me up to him further.
“Oh God,” I cry as he drives into me, taking my body to new heights. I feel everything and nothing at the same time—the way his chest hair tickles my nipples, the stretch of the muscles in my leg, the way his piercing increases the waves of euphoria building in my core.
“Ryan, please.”
“Please what, Danielle?”
I don’t know what I’m begging for exactly, but there’s an explosion ready to detonate inside me, and Ryan holds the match for the fuse.
“Make me come.”
