Page 90 of Gin and Lava

“I’m not saying it isn’t, Princess.” I run my fingers through the crystals and charms. “Even rich assholes are going to want them.”

“Mmmmm, I thought you’d like it.”

“Like it?” My fingers toy lower to the sensitive skin at the bottom of her ass. “You need to wear this under your clothes at all times.”

“You think so?" she asks with a roll of her hips that make the charms jangle and her pussy take another inch of my length.

“Damn, Naomi!” I seethe, iron hard and ready. “You know I didn't warm you up.”

“That’s not a problem,” Naomi breathes, gyrating sinfully on my tip and mesmerizing me with the way that gold chain wobbles as her ass undulates.

“I'm at full mast, Naomi.” I warn. “You may be a little wet but—”

“I'm in control," Naomi rasps out, her hips pushing down in shallow thrusts as she takes more of me with each plunge. I growl at how incredible it feels. Naomi is breathless, her mouth open and gasping with each roll of her hips. “I know how to get myself wet,” she pants, pumping and bobbing, getting slicker and slicker, now almost halfway down my impressive dick. “All I need is your cock to excite me, Mason. You feel so—!" She takes me harder, with deeper thrusts. “Oh God, you feel so good!”

We’re fucking now.

She’s riding up and down my length, and I can’t breathe.

All I can do is watch her gorgeous pussy swallow and suck as she finds her rhythm, now taking my full cock. That string of gold charms bounces on her ass as she twerks up and down, catching the light as she starts to ride me hard.

“You’re pure sin,” I growl. “Cowgirl—Angel—! I love the way you fuck.”

My hands hover over her hips and ass as she does the work, caressing her softly as she pleasures herself on my iron rod.

The noises she makes are filthy.

Raw.

She’s giving in to her inner animal.

I watched her fuck me before in her truck, but that time I could hardly believe it was happening. This time—this time we’re both fully aware of just how wild we are together, and she’s no longer afraid of the naughty girl inside who wants to take control.

“You're perfect,” I praise, and she puts her hands on my thighs to give herself more torque and leverage. “Ride me harder, Princess,” I praise. “Ride me so raw you're coming harder than you have before.”

“That's a big order,” Naomi says between gasps. “The last two times were out of this world.”

“Well, I have the perfect sized cock for that big order, gorgeous.”

Her hips pump faster in response, and her back breaks into a sweat with the heat of her workout. Her long blonde hair sticking to her skin.

“Fuck me, Angel!” I growl, running my hands up her spine in encouragement. I grab a fist full of her hair and adjust the angle of my hips, making her body arch in a bow as I meet her wild thrusts.

“Mason!” Naomi cries out with the new intensity of how my cock hits her. She pulls against the tension of my fist in her hair, her ass slapping up and down. The gold charms bounce in a frenzy, her savage cunt gripping me ruthlessly.

“Yes, Princess! Fuck, yes.”

I grab her hips for real and use my own strength to lift and drop her.

“Oh shit!” Naomi’s thighs clench as I take her weight and support her, her pussy quivering hotly. "What are you doing to me, Mason?"

“Taking control,” I growl. "If that's okay."

“Yes! Oh please, yes!" she cries out, arching her back.

“Good, cause I'm about to come.” I sit up and reach around to cup her tits. "Keep pumping your hips," I instruct, thrumming her nipples. She does as she's told, giving me the chance to drop one hand down her stomach and between her legs.

“Mason!” Naomi gasps when I find her clit. "Oh my God! Don't stop! Oh God! I love riding your cock!"

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