Page 83 of The Boys Next Door

He grunted softly as she squeezed his cock. She just wanted to stroke the silky skin, feel him pulse with need against her hand, but Ian’s tongue was suddenly plunging into her mouth, sucking on her lips, as he caressed her pussy to a fever pitch. She couldn’t hold back if she tried. As her mouth opened to him, her soft thighs clenched, closing on Ian’s wrist. Her pussy rippled in pure release. Her ass fluttered as he stroked her tight warmth.

“That’s it, Diana.” Ian’s voice was hoarse now. “Just come on my fingers, sweetheart. Soak my hand.”

“Oh God—“ she buried her face in his neck, her pussy tingling. Wet warmth on her cheeks surprised her. “I missed you so much, Ian,” she whispered. His thumb found the exposed tip of her clit, and her creamy cunt clutched his fingers in another long spasm. “This week— uh,” she groaned, her pussy tensing through more spasms of pleasure, thrusting against Ian’s busy hands. He was kissing her tear-stained cheeks. “I couldn’t stand it.”

“I know, Diana,” he murmured. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, still panting through her orgasm. “I know, baby. Everything’s okay now.”

As her breath slowed, Ian withdrew his fingers from her juice-slicked crotch, his lips closing over hers again. Warm palms spread her thighs wide.

“Ian—“ she moaned, but she didn’t need to ask. Firm roundness pressed against her soaked entrance. Ian grasped her ass cheeks in both hands. Diana gasped as he sank into her cunt in one long stroke.

“You’re so open,” Ian breathed. “I’ve never felt you like this before.”

Oh God, he was just holding himself still inside her, filling her completely. “Please,” Diana begged, her hands flat on his back, clutching the broad planes. Her pussy spasmed around his thickness, hugging his cock. She bucked her hips against him in tiny motions, squirming against his firm weight.

“I want to take all of you,” she whispered.

“You will.” Hazel eyes, focused on hers, were glazing over with animal lust. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Diana.”

He pulled back, then drove his cock into her wet warmth. A cry left her mouth. Each juicy plunge opened her more and more. She squeezed his waist with her thighs, bucking her hips to meet him as much as she could, gasping when Ian hit a tender spot inside her again and again.

Oh God. He was. He was fucking her so hard. Pounding her into a froth of need, while her cunt clung to his cock and her arms and legs wrapped tight around him. It was so good, it was so right, oh God, the bed was banging the wall and she wanted Ian to go on forever, but--

“Don’t come,” she gasped. “Turn me over.”

Ian’s hands fisted in the sheets. His breath was ragged. With an effort, he slowed his thrusts and eased his cock from her dripping pussy. She shuddered at his lips on her neck, his hands rolling her over.

A pillow brushed her stomach as he tucked it underneath her tingling body. A rattle announced a drawer sliding open. She moaned softly when Ian pulled her rounded cheeks apart, and shivered at the still-new feeling of cool lube drizzling over her exposed rosebud.

“You’ve done this a lot,” she whispered.

“This is about you, Diana.” Ian massaged her cheeks, pinching them, lightly slapping them, making her jump. God, she was so wet, her pussy oozing cream onto Ian’s pillow. “You.”

Silky flesh pressed against her sensitive ass. One warm hand worked its way between her belly and the pillow to cup her soaked mound. The other was buried in her damp hair, sliding down to rub her neck. Ian’s leg pressed between hers, his other leg firm against her hip. She shuddered with pleasure and nerves, then relaxed against Ian’s touch, lifting her ass to take him as he slipped inside.

“Uh-huh,” he breathed. “There you go. Just open your gorgeous ass to me, sweetheart.”

God, she was completely open to him and completely at his mercy. Ian’s cock, slowly penetrating her tight opening, felt just as big as it had on graduation night. Then, she’d been afraid it would hurt, afraid she couldn’t take him all. She’d clung to Brendan because it had been so overwhelming. Now, a different kind of nervousness rippled over her skin. She felt so vulnerable with Ian, but she wanted to be.

“I’m yours,” she whispered.

Ian grunted, abruptly holding himself still. His hand squeezed the back of her neck. His eyes closed for a second, his whole body tightening behind her. Oh God, he was trying not to come.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “You are mine.”

“Ian,” she panted, as he slipped deeper into her narrow channel. The first time had been overpowering, all excitement and nerves and the twins closing her in as she gave herself up to their bodies. But alone with Ian, she could push back. Move with him as his thick cock firmly opened her ass. Moan with need, louder and louder, as her snug channel fluttered around his hard rod. His fingers played in her juicy folds. His free hand rubbed down her back to hold her ass open to him.

She felt Ian’s hips flex behind her. He took a deep breath.

“Diana, baby.” His voice was low. “I love you.”

Now she froze. It was her turn to clench up, her ass clutching Ian’s cock. She twisted to look over her shoulder. Ian watched her, not moving. The room was silent.

Love. Love was for way in the future. Six months from now, a year. When you’d known someone forever, and it was safe to say it.

But Brendan’s voice suddenly brushed her ear, his coaxing whisper making her shiver:You’re so ready for this, Di. You’ve come such a long way already. Say what we both know.Say what you need.

She’d already known Ian forever, and she was just starting to know him, and she wasn’t interested in playing safe anymore.

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