Page 119 of Light Up The Night
"Ohgod, Cadie," he rumbles, breathless and ragged. "So fucking hot—you're so fucking sexy I can't stand it. Tell me I can fuck you, sweetheart. Pleasefucktell me you want it harder."
I reach around the back of my thigh and find the slick, hot shaft of his cock with my fingers, find the taut, soft weight of his balls and caress him, stroke him as he slides inside me, cup his balls when he fills me to the hilt, and then trail my fingers along his shaft as he pulls out. "Harder, my love," I whimper, "please, please, please, Riley, I need you. I want it harder. I want you to fuck me harder.”
He kneels tall, then, and my bottom is lifted off the mattress, and he fills me, withdraws, fills me, harder and faster. He grips my bottom and squeezes, hard, and thrusts even harder. He drives into me and our bodies meet with a loud slap of flesh cracking against flesh, his hips and belly smacking into my thighs and bottom.
"That feel good, sweetheart?" Riley demands.
"Oh yes, my love," I answer. “It feels perfect. Please, please don’t stop."
“You gonna come for me?"
"I…I think so."
He shifts closer to me and now my bottom meets the bed again, but he is pressed hard against my thighs and he leans over me, into me, against me, stretched out on the bed with his hands in the pillow and he thrusts faster and faster.
“Wrong answer," he growls. "Touch yourself, honey. Let me see those fingers on your pussy."
“My—" I gasp, even as I do as he commands, pressing my fingertips to my clit.
"Your sweet, hot, wet, tight, pretty little pussy," he whispers. "Can't get enough of this pussy."
"You say such dirty things, Riley," I breathe.
"Makes you hot, doesn't it?"
"Yes," I whimper. "I like it when you say those things to me."
"You want me to talk dirty to you, baby?"
"Please, yes."
"Then you gotta talk dirty back to me."
"I…I'll try."
"You love my cock, don't you?"
"Yes!" I gasp, as he thrusts harder, faster, slapping into my thighs with a sound like applause and my fingers swirl around my clit and send heat billowing through me, ratcheting the pressure behind my sex to unbearable new heights.
"Say it, baby. Tell me how much you love my cock."
“I love it, Riley. I love your cock."
He growls when I say this. "Fuck, that's hot. Your pretty little mouth, so sweet and so innocent, saying that shit—so fucking hot." He grunts as he thrusts, rough masculine greedy sounds, and now I hear a wet squelching as he drives into me. "I know you love my cock. You want it, don't you?"
"YES!" I cry. "I need it. I need more of your cock."
"You sucked my cock so fuckin’ good, baby," he murmurs. “You like doin’ that, too, don't you?"
"Oh god…yes!” I whimper. "I love sucking your cock so much! I…oh god, that feelssogood, my love. Don't stop, please don't stop."
"You love having my cock in your mouth, don't you?"
"Yes!" I wail. "I do, I really, really do."
"You love swallowing my cum, don't you?”
"Yes!"
