Page 70 of Nailed (Dad Bod Contracting 3)
Ohhhhh fuck…
My eyes flutter, close, flutter, then I jerk awake as an orgasm slams through me, and I look down to see Ryder between my thighs, two fingers inside me, slipping and gliding and thrusting and curling, his mouth suctioned around me. He pumps his fingers and his tongue flutters, and the orgasm shifts—at first, it was merely clitoral, just a slashing clenching wave of heat emanating from my center, but then as his fingers move and curl and thrust, the orgasm expands and detonates, becoming vaginal, and I can’t help a small, shrill squeal. He doesn’t let up as I come—if anything, he intensifies his efforts. My hips rock as I grind against his mouth, and I bite down on my lip to muffle my next scream. I tangle my fingers in his hair and grip hard, writhing rhythmically as the next wave of climax shatters me.
“Ryder!” I whimper.
He lifts up, grinning at me. “Hi, baby.”
I hold on to his face as my climax fades, throwing me into shuddering spasms. “You…you’re here.”
He flicks his tongue against my sensitive center, and I jerk helplessly. “I sure am.”
“Best way to wake up,” I murmur.
“No kidding.”
I shake my head. “No, you don’t even understand. I woke up coming.”
“Paying you back for when you woke me up with your mouth on my cock.”
I grin at him, still gasping for breath. “I hope you’re prepared for a war of attrition, Ryder, because the next time you fall asleep, I’m doing that again.”
He slowly laps at me with the flat of his tongue. “Then I’ll have to increase my down payment by making you come again.”
“You don’t have to—ohhhhh god, holy Jesus—Ryder!” I cry out, hips already pumping as he flicks and circles my throbbing core with his tongue.
I wouldn’t have known I was even capable of this many orgasms in a row, if not for Ryder’s insistence and skill. I find myself rising to the edge of climax within a few seconds, but Ryder draws it out, this time. As I begin to grind and thrust against his face, whimpering, he slows down and uses his fingers inside me, then alternates between his mouth and fingers so I’m teetering on the edge and gasping and writhing.
When I’m there at the edge yet again, I grip his hair in my fist. “Don’t you dare stop me this time, Ryder,” I groan.
“Why not?”
“Because I want to come one last time so I can get your cock inside me.”
“You think this is the last one?” he murmurs, smirking up at me. “What if I want two more from you? Or three?”
I shake my head as my hips writhe and thrust. “No—god, no. I need you.”
He just hums a questioning sound—uh-huh—and the hum flutters through me, heightening the ache. I’m weak, limp, and shaking from the orgasms I’ve already had, but the one building inside me as Ryder licks and fingers me slowly to the edge is more powerful than any yet, and I know it’s going to leave me shaking and screaming.
“I—oh god, oh fuck—Ryder, I’m gonna come.”
“Good, honey, good. Let me have it.”
I shake my head, biting my lip. “I…I’ll scream,” I groan, and then lose myself in ever-loudening whimpers and shrieks. “You have to muffle me, Ryder. I’m gonna come so hard I’ll scream, and you have to muffle me.”
He yanks the pillow out from under my head at the last second, and I bury my face in it and hold it against my mouth with both hands and let my hips thrust furiously against his face. His hands slide under my ass and he holds me by the hair as I arch off of the bed, screaming into the pillow. He grips my hips and pulls me against his mouth, and I’m sobbing through screams of an orgasm so intense I can’t breathe for the power of it. I can’t do anything except arch rigid, hips flexed, stomach tensed, lungs deflated, a silent scream trapped in my throat, wave after wave of orgasm shattering and pulsing and exploding, each wave so hard on the heels of the last that it’s all one blasting supernova of climactic ecstasy—the kind of pleasure that’s so exquisite, so intense, so powerful, so potent that it’s almost painful.
When the waves begin to spread out enough that I can breathe, I suck in oxygen with an indrawn scream, hips sagging briefly, only to thrust upward with the renewed assault of his mouth and thrusting fingers.
My scream subsides, and I have to focus on breathing.
He feels me backing away from the edge of ecstasy, and this time, he lets me off the hook of orgasm entirely.
I gasp, limp and helpless, for I don’t know how long. I feel Ryder still between my thighs, his beard tickling the tender silk of my inner thighs, his tongue lapping gently and slowly.
