Page 137 of Rising Heat

“Thank Christ. Me too.”

I pull her gently back to her feet before popping open the button of her jeans. They slide down her legs, her thong following a second later, and I don’t waste another second. Dropping down to my knees, I drag one of her legs over my shoulder and slide my tongue from her ass to her clit.

She stumbles, gripping my hair to steady herself. Her fingers dive into my hair, tugging just enough to pull a hiss from my chest.

“Fuck...”

I lap at her wetness before easing a finger in, then another. She opens around me with a soft gasp.

“So fucking tight, baby.” I curl my fingers slowly, feeling her clench around them. “I can’t wait to feel you raw.”

That earns me another moan.

“You like when I talk dirty, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh...”

She bites her lip, nodding so fast it’s almost frantic.

A grin pulls at my mouth.

“Good.” I pump my fingers once more before looking up at her. “I like it, too.”

I rise just enough to brush my mouth against her stomach before meeting her eyes again.

“Now sit on this cock until you’ve soaked it with all your cum.”

I pull my glistening fingers free and lick them clean, never taking my eyes off hers.

Leaning back against the jump seat, I grip the backs of her thighs and slide my hands slowly up her body until they settle on her waist. She sinks down onto my tip, stretching around me inch by inch, slick and warm.

Raw.

Mine.

My head falls back as she hisses out a breath.

Damn, she’s something else.

This isn’t a one-and-done deal. Not when she keeps looking at me like that.

I want her to keep doing it.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so good. This pussy was made for me.”

She rocks back and forth, setting a steady pace as she grinds her clit against my length. I clutch one of her hips, sliding my other hand to the back of her neck as I meet every roll of her body with a thrust of my own, driving up into her from below.

“Tyler…”

She has no idea what that does to me, hearing my name on her lips.

Just mine.

“Oh my god. Tyler⁠—”

“I know, Trouble,” I grunt.

I know she’s close. I can feel it in the way she’s gripping my shoulders. The way her rhythm has gotten less controlled. The way her pussy is suffocating my dick.