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He’s gone commando, and his thick cock swings out, diamond-hard and flushed. It’s right there, looking painfully hard, and when I grip it, Ross groans, his hips rocking forward. Bowing my head, I take the tip into my mouth, my tongue playing with the piercing below.
He sways a little. “Oh fuck...”
Gripping a lean hip, I take him in deeper, his hard-on nudging the back of my throat, and I do my best to relax and suck, my hand squeezing the base. I can feel him shake, and another groan reaches my ears, followed by mumbling.
“Luna... ah God, yeah, give it to me... dammit, girl...”
Incoherent. Lost. I love doing this to him, giving him such pleasure that he can’t think straight. I’d grin around his girth if it were possible. I suck harder, turning his words into moans, and use my hand to stroke his balls.
His cock jerks, and he makes a grab for my hair, callused fingers catching on my curls, as if he’s about to fall.
“Oh fuck...” He moans, hips rocking, and the wave of lust rushing through me has me clenching so deep inside I gasp. He’s so sexy when he’s losing control. “You gonna make me come...”
I’m torn between wanting that, to feel him shake and groan, and stopping so he can sink inside me.
He seems to be having the same thought, because he pushes me away. “I wanna come inside you, sweets.”
He grabs the string of condoms from the nightstand and rips one open with his teeth, then rolls it on his massive hard-on quickly. My gaze is caught on the way his long fingers wrap around his cock, stroking.
My mouth is dry with want. I sit back, look up at him.
“Girl...” His eyes blaze, pupils blown so that they look black in the dim light. “You have no idea what seeing you like this does to me. You’re damn hot.”
“So are you,” I whisper and lean further back until I’m lying down, staring up at him. “Come here.”
Magic words. Before I know what’s happening, he spreads my legs, licks and strokes me with his fingers.
He loves doing that to me, but he’s in a hurry tonight. Guess what he said about having been hard all night wasn’t a joke. His fingers push deep into me, opening me up, making me squirm and moan. It’s almost too much, and the knowledge that that’s nothing compared to his hard-on is enough to make me arch up and tighten deep in my belly, pleasure shooting up my spine.
Finally satisfied I’m ready for him, he flips me on my stomach, spreads my legs, and lays some of his weight on top of me, humping my ass teasingly for a few long moments, kissing my neck.
“Want me, babe?” The laughter in his husky voice makes me shiver, as much as the feel of his swollen cock rubbing between my ass cheeks. “Think you can take me?”
“I can,” I whisper, not sure if the hint of a question I’m hearing is in my mind or real, if I should be reading between the lines or not. “Always.”
“All of me? All this badassery?”
Yeah, I should always read between the lines with this damaged boy, who’s so full of arrogance, overconfidence and insecurity, all wrapped up in a sexy package. “All of you, Ross. With all my heart and soul. Now give it to me.”
“You just want my big cock.” But he shifts and starts pushing into my pussy, robbing me of speech and coherent thought. “Admit it.”
“Your cock is a big part of you,” I manage, my breath knocked out, like every time he enters me, and I earn myself a chuckle. “But I love the whole of you.”
Groaning, he sinks into me deeper, and deeper, until I don’t think I can contain him despite my promises, and then he pushes some more, making me pant with both discomfort and pleasure.
When he starts to thrust, I think I’ll die from how good it feels—and when he lifts me up to all fours, molds my back to his strong chest and gives it to me fast and hard, I come with a wail, clenching around his cock madly, again and again, dizzy from the release of pressure.
He’s groaning my na
me, I realize when the roar in my ears finally dies down, and still rocking into me, still hard as a rock. He feels even bigger than before.
“Ross...” I murmur.
His reply is a tortured moan. The next moment, he hauls me up until I’m seated in his lap, impaled on his cock, his hand grabbing my breast, kneading it, playing with my nipples. He thrusts deeper into me, so deep I gasp and tighten again, feeling the pressure coiling, rising fast. He growls what sounds like a curse against my neck, his breath hot, his other hand slipping between my legs to strum my clit.
It’s too much, the intensity gripping me tighter and tighter, sparking in my veins, squeezing my belly. I rock on his cock and he turns my head to kiss me, his tongue stroking mine, stoking the fire until I’m burning.
“Ross,” I breathe against his lips when he releases my lips. “Please.”
