Page 126 of Pucking Wild

“You need more, don’t you?” His hands cup my breasts as I bounce, chasing my pleasure.

“Yes,” I beg. “Please—”

“Please what?” he teases, bending forward to suck my breast again.

“Mark me, Ryan. Mark me so I know I’m yours.”

Shifting his hold on me, he drops his mouth back down to the swell of my left breast. He places an open-mouthed kiss against my skin. Then he sucks. He marks my flesh as I ride his dick, my orgasm spiraling tighter.

In moments, he breaks away, gasping for air, and I look down to see the red mark on my breast. It turns me all the way on. He wraps his arms around me, holding me to him as we both move our hips, finding a new rhythm. His cock is the perfect size to give me what I need. My orgasm builds inside me, pressure and heat mounting, unfurling outwards, growing deeper, rooting itself in me like a tree.

“I’m close.” I shut my eyes tight as I chase this feeling.

“Tell me when,” he groans, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. “Tess—tell me—”

“Not yet,” I cry, knowing he’s holding back. “God, keep going—”

“Sit back.” He pushes on my shoulders. “Baby, sit back and work your clit. We don’t stop ‘til you scream.”

I shove off his chest, keeping myself impaled on his dick as I change angles, all my weight now balanced over my hips as I bounce on his thighs. He holds my weight easily, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, his eyes locked on me as I move on top of him.

I feel all of me swaying and vibrating in this primal dance. I’m on fire with the need to come.

“Touch your clit,” he demands again. “I wanna watch you come on my dick.”

I drop my hand between us and work my clit, my orgasm burning in my core, moments from bursting outwards. I feel the tingle curling my toes, and I know I’m about to lose all control. “Now,” I moan, my hand going slack on my clit as I just apply steady pressure.

Ryan takes over from below, hands on my hips as he hammers into me, fucking me senseless. My body is frozen as I tip my head back and let out a breathless scream. Beneath me, Ryan’s hips grind, losing all rhythm as he chases his release, spilling into me.

Oh god, I can feel it. I feel the moment he releases inside me. It sends my core quivering, and then it’s like I’m pulling him in deeper. There’s no barrier between us and I take it all, my pussy gripping tight to him as we ride out our orgasms.

The euphoria only lasts moments. Then it just feels like I have nothing left. Emptiness. Perfect emptiness. I’m carved out and hollow. I sink forward, not even recognizing the whimpering noise that escapes me when I press myself against his naked chest.

His arms go around me as our faces swim in a sea of my red curls. He brushes them back, kissing my sweaty forehead as we both find our breath again. After a moment, I lift off him, body still shaking. The loss of him inside me feels devastating. The moment he’s gone, I want him back. I feel his cum between my thighs, warm and wet. I flop down next to him on the love seat, clenching my thighs together, holding him in. We’re seated side by side, only our hands touching. Slowly, I turn my head, and he does the same. We breathe in sync as we come down from our high.

“That was amazing,” he says, still breathless.

I nod, holding his gaze. Itwasamazing. Ryan Langley is amazing. Kind and thoughtful, beautiful inside and out. Generous. Strong.

Fuck, I am in so much trouble.

“I’ve never—” He goes quiet, looking away.

“What?” I whisper, my hand brushing his thigh.

“It’s nothing,” he says, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.

“Tell me.”

He glances over his shoulder at me. “The day we met…in Jake’s kitchen?”

“I remember,” I say with a smile, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze.

He nods, his gaze heating as his eyes trail down to the mark he left on my chest.

My hand flutters on instinct, my fingers brushing over it, knowing exactly where it is on the swell of my breast.

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