Page 125 of When It's Us
Her eyes never leave mine as she leans in, the contact so fucking perfect as those pillowy lips part. And that first lick—fuck. Just the tip of her tongue, soft, slow, and intentional against the underside of my cock head, that perfect, tight, sensitive spot.
“Jesus,” I breathe, my head thudding back against the headrest.
Her lips seal around me, and she sucks hard, confident and deep. No hesitation. Like she’s not just taking care of it—she’s fucking claiming my soul through my cock. Like it’s hers to handle, to soothe, and toown.
The whimper I let out is not manly in any way, shape, or form, but it’s real.
She sucks me harder, deeper, her throat constricting around me as she swallows, and I damn near lose it right then. There’s no playfulness in her movements, just intention, hunger, and her taking care of me in the best fucking way.
My hand slips into her hair, gripping, not too tight, just enough to keep her where I want her, and she lets me, lets me take over the pace, rocking my hips, guiding the pace for a few breathless moments. Then she swallows around me again and I can’t take it anymore.
Fuck, baby.” Tugging her off my cock, I bite out, “That’s enough. Get up here.”
Dragging her into my lap, she straddles me, one knee on either side of my hips, and I’m suddenly grateful for the space in this old truck—plenty of room for her, forthis.
Reaching for her wrists, I put them together behind her back and then reach for my belt, pulling it through the loops. I lash it around her wrists once, then loop it through the steering wheel. I give it a quick tug to make sure it's secure.
Her breath catches, and she works her hips, sliding her silky warm slit across my dick. My eyes roll back, and she grins. Here I thought I was turning the tables on her.
My hand goes straight for her throat, pressing in just a bit on the sides, just how she likes it. It’s my turn to claim her.
Her eyes find mine; lips parted like she’s already halfway to coming. I lift her with my other hand on her hip and slide into her slick heat in one hard thrust and we both drag in a shaky breath; her from the stretch and burn, and me from…fuck,everything.
“Ride this cock,” I growl, voice shredded with need. “Fucking ride me, Ginger.”
She rocks her hips, but the movements are awkward at first from the angle at which her hands are tied, but it doesn’t matter. I’m already fucking gone. She’s slick and hot and clenching on my cock like a vice. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s already close to coming or if she doesn’t want to lose the connection.
Her hair is wild around her shoulders, sticking to her cheeks, her neck. Her head falls back, mouth open, panting, and its goddamn music to my ears.
I tighten my grip on her throat, just enough to create that delicious euphoria I know she craves. I hold her steady, keep her grounded and here with me while she uses her perfect peachy cunt to ruin my cock for anyone else.
Her hips slam down again and again, the rhythm perfect in its brutality. I swear I almost black out. I can’t pull in a full breath, can’t think straight. She leans in, breath warm against my mouth, “You’re close. I can feel it. So fucking deep.” Her lips barely brushing mine, she whispers, “Let go for me, Hutch. Fill me up. I need to feel you come.”
“You want my cum, baby?” I manage.
She licks her lips. “Mmhm…”
I thrust deeper, teeth gritted. “Then say it, filthy girl.”
“I want it,” she pants, bouncing on my cock.
“Uh-uh, California.” I shake my head once. “Say ‘please can I have your cum?’”
“P-please can I have your cum?” she half-whines, half-moans.
“Atta girl.” My free hand claws at her hip, dragging her down on my cock harder, pumping my hips, chasing her heat like I’ll fucking die if I don’t stay deep.
She moans again, low and filthy, and I grunt back, foreheads pressed together, sweaty and panting into each other’s mouths.
It’s not gentle anymore, this fucking. Its real and raw, and I try to swallow down the emotion in my throat. She’s above me,everywhere. My beautiful girl bound and at my mercy, but really, it’s me who is at hers. Because she’s perfect and she will be my undoing.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight choking my cock, fuck.Come for me. I wanna feel it. Come first. Before I lose it.”
My words must push her over the edge because her head drops back, and her body tightens, her cunt clenching in a perfect rhythm that sets off my own orgasm. I come so hard I see stars. I come and come and come while she rides me through it.
I’m wrecked.
Ginger is still straddling my lap, hands slack behind her back where they rest against the wheel. Our chests heave for breath. I’m still inside her, half hard, still twitching, my heart hammering in my chest like I just ran five miles without stopping.
