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His hands felt good, but the thought of his mouth isdivine.I lean down and puff out a breath as I do because his cock slips deeper inside of me. “Oh…” I whisper.
“Christ,” he groans, almost sounding like he’s in pain.
“Ryder?” I ask, worried I’ve done something wrong.
“It feels good, sweetheart. You’re squeezing my cock so tight I could come just like this.”
“Oh…”
The thought that he could come just from the feeling of being inside me—not to mention the fact that he’s not all the way in—makes me tingle even more. His lips latch onto one of my nipples and he draws on it hard. My head goes back as pleasure explodes inside of me. His fingers are on my other nipple and he pinches it, pulling and teasing it while suckling the other. I cry out as I tremble, and I feel him slide deeper inside. With each tug on my breast, I get wetter and wetter. I’m close to coming and I do my best to hold it back.
I don’t want this to be over.
That’s when I feel the hand on my hip disappear. I instantly miss his touch. I force myself to look at him. His hand is still teasing my breast, but his lips are gone and he’s looking down—where we are connected. A second later I feel his fingers sliding against my clit.
“Oh my God,” I gasp as his fingers work magic. It was good before, but with his cock inside of me, stretching me. I barely realize that he’s all the way inside of me now. I’m too far gone—completely lost to my hunger for him. I begin moving without thought, needing more. I’m close to coming. I can feel my climax just beyond my reach and I crave it.
“That’s it, Tillie. You’re so fucking perfect. Take us both there, sweetheart,” he praises.
I pick up my pace, lifting up and sliding down on his cock, riding him hard. Ryder’s hands come back to my hips, and he takes over. He guides me by his hold, meeting me thrust for thrust. When I come back down on him, he grinds us together.
“God, that feels good,” I pant.
“Damn,” Ryder mutters. His hips jerk up as he stretches up so his lips can capture my nipple back in his mouth, sucking hard. He rolls it between his teeth, nipping at it. There’s a sting of pain. It’s a sensation that nearly detonates me. “You're so fucking tight, Buttons,” Ryder murmurs against my skin.
He rocks into me, picking up the pace as he bottoms out every time, brushing against a spot inside me that sends my eyes rolling back in pleasure, moans wantonly falling from my lips. The sounds of sex fill the rooms—moaning, panting, skin slapping against skin, and the wet, sticky sounds of his cock tunneling in and out of me. Now he’s rocking me back and forth, not letting me lift. That’s more than okay. This might be arguably better—although everything is so good that I can’t fully process the differences. Pleasure upon pleasure keeps hitting me. I’m so full, Ryder’s stretching me and as I move my legs back, his cock rakes against my walls, and hits a spot that makes my pussy spasm.
A whimper leaves my lips as I can feel the swollen head of his cock roll deliciously inside me. I fall forward, my nipples rubbing against his chest. The pressure is mounting as he captures my lips, his tongue warring with mine as I inch closer to the edge.
“Let yourself go, Tillie.” His voice is deep, gravely. “I want to hear you. Let me hear you come.”
His words push me over the edge. Heat floods through me and my orgasm takes over. I squeeze his cock tight inside me, my walls pulsating around him, my head going back as I try to ride out my climax. I’m starting to come down, then I feel Ryder’s cock jerking inside me, painting my walls with his cum. He comes in waves, each more powerful than the last.
“Ryder,” I whimper, collapsing against his chest.
It's as if I'm fully in tune with every part of him connected to me. His thick cock stretches me, his fingers holding me tight enough to bruise, keeping him buried inside of me. My breasts are pressed against his chest. My lips are against his, as he kisses me gently. His fingers eventually start tracing lazy circles into my back and I force myself to open my eyes. His beauty makes my heart constrict. The fact he’s still semi-hard and buried inside of me is like a fantasy come true.
The longer the silence between us stretches, the more I feel uncomfortable. I find myself nestling my face into the crook of his neck—hiding from him.
“Fuck, Buttons, that was…Jesus.”
“Does that mean it was good or bad for you?” I ask—suddenly needing his reassurance.
“You're kidding, right? The way you moaned my name a second ago will forever be imprinted on my brain.” He rolls me over to my side and pulls out as I whimper, not wanting to let him go. “I'll be right back,” he explains with a quick kiss on my forehead, before going into my restroom. I only have a moment to appreciate his naked ass before he disappears.
He comes back in, holding a washcloth, and standing at the foot of the bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
He opens my legs, and even though we just made love, his cum is currently dripping from between my legs and I’m deliciously sore all over from the way he stretched me, I panic at letting him see my pussy so blatantly.
“Cleaning you up, Tillie,” he says, as he slides the cloth gently across the lips of my pussy and my inner thighs. I’ve not had many encounters to compare it to, but no one has ever been this tender and caring with me before. He’s obviously enjoying it, too, because I watch as his cock grows hard again, and I admire his massive length that just filled me.
“Maybe you should hold off on cleaning me until we’re finished.”
“Aren’t you sore, baby?”
“A little, but I know you’ll make it more than worth it.”
