Page 30 of Falling for the Recluse

“You get a prize.”

Josie purses her lips like she’s considering the offer. “I like prizes, so I’ll try my best.”

“Good girl.”

Though it takes all my effort not to grab her and shove her down on my dick, I restrain myself from touching her as she slides her hand slowly up and down my cock. My balls are already tight and heavy, my shaft throbbing. She presses her thumb against the head.

“It’s getting kind of slippery,” she remarks, rubbing the fluids back into my skin. “Maybe that’ll help make it easier to ride.”

Kill. She kills me. I’ll never let her go. I don’t fucking care if her contract ends. I’ll keep her here until winter when the blizzards will keep all planes and boats away. We’ll be trapped. Alone. We can do whatever we want, whenever we want, for hours and months on end.

She kneels in front of me, nudging herself between my thighs. Then she lowers her head and sucks my dick into her mouth. Heat explodes through me. I dig my fingers into the arms of the chair, fighting the need to thrust, to shoot right down her pretty throat.

“Jesus Christ, Josie.” I stare at her, my chest heaving. Her lips slide over the crown as her fingers work my shaft from base to tip. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded and hot.

“Am I doing it right, sir?” she whispers, licking a vein pulsing on the underside.

“More than right, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”

“You taste really good.” She takes me in as far as she can before sliding back and kissing the tip. “Do you want me to ride you now?”

“Yeah.” My voice is a growl.

She rises to her feet, chest heaving and tits quivering. When I reach out and slip my hand between her thighs, opening her stance, she inhales sharply and grabs the arm of the chair.

“I’m pretty wet down there, sir,” she murmurs.

“So I see.” I slide my finger back and forth over her folds. My dick stiffens even more. I flick my thumb over her clit. “What about this little button right here?”

She gasps. “It’s…um, tingling. Like, a lot.”

“Good.” I slip my forefinger into her opening. She draws in another breath, her inner walls squeezing tighter.

“Hmm.” I stroke back and forth. “You’re definitely ready to ride something bigger than my finger.”

“Oh, I hope it doesn’t hurt. You’re so big.” She arches her hips, encouraging me to go deeper. “How do you want me to do it? Should I face forward or backward?”

“Both.” I take my hand away from her and sit back. “Forward first.”

She straddles my lap, bracing her hands on my shoulders before lowering herself just enough that I feel the heat of her pussy.

“I think you’d better guide me, sir.” She edges closer, rubbing her breasts against my chest. “Make sure your cock goes where it’s supposed to.”

“No danger of that not happening,” I mutter. I position my shaft at her slit, then grab her hips and guide her downward.

She envelops me like a goddamn dream, sinking her cunt all the way down my shaft until she’s sitting on my lap again. She digs her fingernails into my shoulders, her eyes wide.

“Oh, it’s a really tight fit, but it doesn’t hurt at all.” She wiggles experimentally, which loosens another knot in my self-control. “I feel you throbbing. It’s making me so excited.”

“That’s the point.” I grip her hips harder. “Now move up and down.”

She braces herself on my shoulders and lifts her body before bringing it back down. Her pussy slides over my dick like wet silk. I grit my teeth.

“Like this?” she asks.

“Just like that.”

“I had no idea the ride would feel this good,” she whispers, her body tensing. “I want to go faster.”

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