Wanting more of her, I slide my hands up her sides until I reach her breasts and then grip them both tightly before leaning forward and taking one in my mouth.
“Yes, Ryot,” she hums as her fingers dig into my scalp and her hips rotate against me.
Sucking hard, I play with her nipple, tugging and nipping at it, finding out what she likes with how intensely she grips me, with her sighs, her moans, the drive of her hips over mine.
She loves when I nibble, when I release her nipple and nip at her breasts, marking her just like she marked me.
“God, I want you,” she says, pulling on my hair so my head falls back and her mouth clashes against mine. I thread my fingers under the strings of her thong to her ass where I grip hard, encouraging her to work over my cock faster, harder.
“I want this off,” I say, tugging on her thong.
She lifts, removes her thong, and then places her arousal directly on my length. At the same time, we both let out a loud, drawn-out moan as she slides her clit up and down my erection.
I dig my fingers into her ass and move her faster and faster.
“So . . . good, so long,” she mutters as her mouth finds mine again and our tongues tangle. “I’m going to come, Ryot.” Her hips move even faster, creating hot friction between us, her arousal dripping around my cock as she pumps hard until her body tightens. She lets out a loud moan as she convulses over me, my name falling off her tongue.
I watch in awe as she takes what she wants without even asking. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
And when she’s done drawing out her orgasm, her beautiful eyes match up with mine as a smile falls over her lips.
“I need you inside me now.”
Yeah, I’m going to need the same thing.
“There’s a condom in my wallet.”
Sliding down in her naked glory, she pulls my shoes, socks, jeans, and boxers off as I lie there, lightly stroking myself, watching her tits bounce with every movement.
She fishes through my wallet, grabs the three condoms I brought, and then places two on the table in front of us. With one tear, she has the condom out, and she kneels between my legs, removing my hand and replacing it with her mouth, where she takes me deep in her throat again. I press my hand to her cheek, amazed I could convince this girl to be with me.
After she sucks me in a few more times, she replaces her mouth with the condom and then asks, “How do you want me?”
“You tell me what you want.”
Smiling, she says, “Lie back.” I turn on the couch so I’m fully reclined, and then she straddles me, lifts my cock, and positions me at her entrance. “I love your abs. I can tell you work really hard.” She drags her finger over the mounds. “I want to watch them contract when you pump into me, but maybe later. Right now, I want you to bottom out inside me.”
And with that, she sits all the way down.
No inching my way in.
No taking it slow.
No, I’m at the hilt, swarmed in her warmth, in her tight pussy. I groan so loud that I think the people in the apartment below us can hear exactly what’s going on.
“Fuck.” I breathe heavily. “Christ, Myla, I wasn’t . . . fuck, I wasn’t ready for that.”
Her nipples are erect, her body hunched over as she takes deep breaths as well. When her eyes meet mine, she says, “You’re so big. I’ve never felt this full. I’m going to come fast.”
“Good . . . me too.” I wet my lips. “Now give me that pussy, make me fucking lose control.”
With her hands on my chest, she rotates her hips and undulates up and down as I reach out and play with her nipples.
She hisses.
I bring my thumb to her clit.
She falls back, placing her hands on my thighs.
I rub her out, applying pressure as I feel her contract around me.
“Oh God . . . it’s . . . it’s too much.”
“It’s not. Now fuck me, Myla.”
She shakes her head as she loses her breath. “You . . . you fuck me.”
That’s all it takes. I pull her off me, have her sit up on all fours, and then I position myself behind her and drive inside her. With my hands on her hips, I piston in and out of her, our bodies slapping together, my balls tapping her with every thrust, my cock growing larger with every stroke, her pussy clenching with every moan that falls past her seductive lips.
She rests her forearms on the couch in front of her, angling her ass up, and I take the new position, going even deeper.
“Oh my God!” she cries out. “Oh fuck, Ryot. I’m right there.”
“Take me, show me how much you want me.”
She lets out a loud cry. I give her ass a slap. And then she’s coming violently, her body convulsing around my cock, sucking so hard on my length that it takes two seconds before my body seizes. My muscles become useless as the blood in my body gathers in one spot. My cock expands, and then with one more thrust, white-hot euphoria rips through me like I’m fucking floating. The pleasure is so goddamn good that I know at this moment nothing will ever be better. Ever.
Our moans mix.
Our sweat is slick.
And when we finally finish drawing everything out, I collapse on top of her and kiss her neck as I nuzzle close.
“Oh . . . my God,” she says breathlessly.
“Babe, your pussy. Fuck me. It’s so good.”
She chuckles and attempts to spin around to face me. I pull out of her and help her until she’s facing me. She slides her hands up my chest and to my neck. “I can’t believe I waited so long to be with you. What is my problem?”
I laugh and kiss the tip of her nose. “Have some regrets, do you?”
“Yes, many. I know there’s something to be said about delayed gratification, but there is also stupidity. I should have been with you many years ago. Not just because of what just occurred between us, but because of everything that happened prior to that.” Her thumb drags over my cheek. “You’re so patient with me, Ryot. You never once pressured me. And despite constantly turning you away, you have never once made me doubt your intentions or your loyalty. You’re . . . you’re a good one. Thank you.”
I bend down again and press a kiss to her lips. “You don’t need to thank me, babe. Just keep giving me a chance.”
“No need for a chance,” she says. “You have me for as long as you want me.” I have a feeling that might be forever.
Ryot: Morning, babe.
Myla: Mmmmmmm . . . good morning. Why aren’t you in my bed again?
Ryot: Early morning. I didn’t want to wake you up.
Myla: I wouldn’t have minded.
Ryot: I would have. How are you feeling?
Myla: Sore. There is beard burn all over my inner thighs. I have hickeys all over my boobs, from what I can see, and I’m more than satisfied.
Ryot: Good, when you walk around today, you’ll remember who you belong to.
Myla: God, say more things like that.
Ryot: I woke up to a painted chest of your teeth marks.
Myla: Please tell me you took a picture for me.
Ryot: Only for you, a true thirst trap. [picture]
Myla: There are bruises all over you, and is that a scratch mark along your pecs?
Ryot: Sure is, and I fucking love it.
Myla: You realize we might have a problem, right? Because I felt a high last night I’ve never felt before. I believe I’ll be chasing it for the rest of my life.