Page 70 of Pretty Black

“I don’t like that option either.”

“I don’t see that we have much of a choice.”

TWENTY-TWO

PRESENT DAY

Iris Black

We rejoined the rest of the guys, and I eventually fell asleep in Caspian’s arms. After three days without sleep, it was surprising I made it that long. I woke up to him carrying me to bed.

He sat me on the edge of the bed and took my shoes off. Kissing one ankle and then the other before opening my jeans. He stripped them off and kissed each knee, then my thighs, pushing his hands under my shirt. I smiled, not fighting it at all. I was too tired.

I lifted my arms, letting him tug it off. He pressed his lips to my chest and trailed them across my collarbone.I laid back and took him with me. He climbed on top of me, our mouths meeting. I felt his fight with control, so I scooted back, taking him to the middle of the bed and shoving off his jeans.

“Is this okay?”

“If you tell me you don’t want to fuck because of my mental state, I’m going to get real mad real fast.”

“I’m trying to make sure I’m not taking advantage of you while you’re not in a good headspace.” He pinned me with his hips, letting me feel his desperation.

I grabbed his face, making him stop kissing me long enough to hear my words. “I want to feel anything but that place and my headspace. You are all the good in my world, and I need it. I selfishly want to believe only you and I exist. At least for a little while. Please.”

“You know I can’t say no to you.” He shoved a hand between us, freeing both of our cocks so we could kick out of our boxers while grinding together.

“I don’t want you to ever learn how.”

He ditched his shirt and grabbed the lube, but instead of getting on top of me, he laid on his back, dousing himself in the fluid. “Come here.”

“What is this?”

“Do you know how long I’ve imagined you riding me? Finally getting to watch you stretched out for me with my cock inside you. Will you do that for me?” He stroked himself, his toned and muscular body on full display, blond hair already a mess.

I drank in my blond god. “I have to do all the work?” I swung a knee around his hips, positioning myself over his tip.

“Indulge me, and then I’ll fuck you into the mattress and fill you with my cum.” He rubbed his head over my hole.

I squirmed and lowered down an inch, bearing down against his girth, until his head pushed past my barrier. I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

One of his hands grabbed my hip while the other splayed over my abs. “How are you so fucking sexy?”

“Says the adonis.” I lifted my head and met his eyes as I took him inch by inch, watching what I did to him, loving the power in it.

“Let your hair down.” He tightened his fingers on my hip, setting the pace of my rocking.

I grabbed the pencil loosely holding up my hair, tugging it out to let my hair cascade around my face.

“Fuck.” He lifted his hips to meet my ass.

I rose up on my knees, playing with him, withdrawing almost to his tip and then slamming back home, fucking myself on him. Groans spilled from his lips, and he grabbed my ass with both hands, spreading me so he could force the rest of his cock inside me.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“You have no idea. I don’t know how I haven’t lost it yet.”

I pressed my hands into his chest like I’d seen so many do in porn and changed my pace to a deep grind.

Caspian’s eyes widened, and he gasped. “If you keep that up—”

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