“Yeah?”
I nod. “In the best possible way.”
“You betcha,” he says. “Come on, sit on my cock.”
This time, I don’t hesitate.
I place my hands against his strong shoulders and lower myself until I can feel the stiff length of his erection pressing between my lips.
“Come lower.” The need in his voice is unmistakable.
I sink down on his length.
His naked cock fills me.
“You good?” His voice is strained.
I nod.
“Fuck yourself on me until you come, Carina. I want to watch the pleasure wash over yourface. And I want your eyes on me the whole time.”
I allow my pussy to glide up and down the length of his cock unrushed.
He slaps me.
I yelp.
“Ride me like you mean it.”
His challenge ignites my insides.
I bounce up and down his cock, my breasts bobbing from the motion. I force my eyes to stay open so I can see the pleasure on his face, but it’s hard. I’m overtaken by a hedonistic tidal wave threatening to unstitch me seam by seam.
Up and down.
Faster.
Harder.
“This is better than my fantasies.”
“Fucking my girl bareback blows my fantasies out of the water.”
Our eyes connect.
It wasn’t my inner voice talking.
His eyes drop to where we meet. “This is us, darlin’.”
“It is.”
“I don’t have much left because this is pretty fucking amazing. You know the rule.”
I nod. “I come first.”
I ride him like a dirty cowgirl gone wild.
Holy Jesus, this is hot.
