I can’t help but rub myself back against him. This is so messed up, but I’m wet as hell. He licks along my ear, making me moan. “If I reach down now, you’ll be wet for me, won’t you, Angel? Remembering that night… Did you wish it was me?”
“Yes, and yes,” I reply, and he chuckles as he slides his hand down to my thigh, stroking it before running his knuckles back up. He glides higher and higher, almost to my pussy, bunching up his shirt.
“I imagine it sometimes. I even stand here and remember it as I fuck my hand, wishing it was your pretty, tight young pussy. I felt so dirty wanting you, but I couldn’t stop, and I knew what you looked like then. The curve of your full breasts, your wide hips, and long legs…the way your ass jiggled as you dropped. The way your nose scrunched up as you came.” His hand slides higher until he grips my pussy in a hard, possessive grasp. “The way you flushed so prettily just before you came.”
“Tyler,” I gasp, pushing my pussy into his hand, dripping for him already. I need him to fill me. His dirty words and possessive hands have me on the verge of begging.
“I want you, right now, just like that. I’m going to make you ride me on his bed, just like you did that night, and you’ll love it, won’t you, dirty girl?”
“Fuck,” I moan, rolling my hips to grind into his hand, because hell yes I will.
He pulls his hand away and steps back. I spin, watching as he lifts his palm and, eyes on me, traces his tongue down the center of it, tasting my juices there before narrowing his eyes. “Get your sexy ass inside that bedroom. I want you on your knees on the bed, naked, Angel. Let me see that pussy of mine.”
I rush to do as I’m told, stripping the shirt off and letting it fall to the floor as I climb onto the bed and sit up on my knees, facing the headboard. A shiver goes through me as I hear the floorboards creak as he almost silently moves my way. I feel him behind me, the warmth of his body, his breath mussing my hair, and it makes my heart slam as I wait for whatever he’s going to do.
Suddenly, his hand snaps out, wrapping my hair in his fist, and yanks my head back until I’m craned backward, looking at him above me. He climbs onto the bed and presses against my back. He’s naked. Oh, fuck. I can feel every inch of his hard, warm skin. I want to turn, to look at him, to touch him, but he keeps me there, motionless and waiting for his cock and mouth.
“Bend over and spread those legs, I want to taste you.”
Fuck me.
He releases me, and I drop forward to my hands, almost pressing my face to the bedspread which still smells slightly like Justin. For a moment, it makes me feel wrong, but when Tyler parts my ass with his big hands and traces his tongue from my pussy to it, I soon let that fade away.
He licks me, again and again, his tongue dipping into my pussy before lashing my clit, until I’m moaning and pushing back, pressing my pussy to his hungry tongue. But then he’s gone.
Whimpering, I press my face to the bed, sucking in desperate breaths as I pulse and shake from the need to come. The bed dips, and I lift and turn my head to see him sitting back against the headboard, his hard cock fisted in his hand as he watches me. I can’t help but lick my lips as he watches with a groan.
“Crawl to me, Angel,” he demands, so I do, swinging my hips as I crawl between his legs until my head is level with him and I’m sitting up. He watches me hungrily while leisurely stroking his cock.
“Touch your breasts.”
Biting my lip, I reach up and cup my heavy breasts, watching his hand on his cock as I twist and flick, squeeze and roll, until I’m rocking against nothing, my release building back up.
“Stop. Now let me see you touch that sweet little pussy, let me see you make yourself come for me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper as I release my breast and trace a hand down my stomach to my center, stroking through the wetness before curling and rubbing my clit. Dragging my eyes up, I meet his dark ones as I rock and flick myself, trying to last. I want him to be as wild as I feel right now.
But it’s too much with him watching. I’m close when his voice barks out, “Stop!”
I rub again, and he grabs my wrist hard before yanking my touch away from myself. “I said stop, Angel. Bad girls won’t get what they want tonight,” he warns.
Jesus, how can he make those words sound so filthy?
Letting go of my hand, he grips my hips and effortlessly lifts me until my knees are on either side of his thighs and I’m hovering above him. I grab his cock and press it to my pussy without him urging me to, making him groan. “That’s it, baby, let me watch you sink down onto me. Take all of me, I know you can.” He releases my hips and leans back, watching me as I work myself onto him.
I impale myself on his cock, taking it in an inch at a time. My tightness makes it difficult, until I’m almost crying with the need to feel him fully inside me.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Take it all, I know you can.” I nod, and then lift again and drop, and he slides all the way to the hilt. I have to freeze then. The feeling of being so full causes me to close my eyes as I tremble and clamp around him. He’s so fucking big, it’s not even funny. He feels like he’s almost touching my cervix.
“Fuck, that’s so beautiful, watching you take all of me,” he growls as he reaches around me and squeezes my ass, urging me to move. “Now ride me, Angel. Take me, take all your pleasure, let me watch you come apart on my cock. Riding me, using me.”
Dropping my head back, I do as I’m told. I start to rise up, slowly rolling my hips at first, until I’m dripping down him, and then I lift and drop. His hands grip my ass, helping me as I fuck him, impaling myself over and over on his thick dick. The squelch of it’s loud in the room, even over my breathing and the pounding of my heart.
“God, Angel, you’re so perfect. Too fucking perfect. Look how pretty you are riding your daddy’s dick. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Daddy, fuck, I-I—” I shake my head with a moan and press my hands to his chest, leaning in to kiss him as I twist my hips. I feel him hit that spot inside me that has me almost screaming into his mouth. He swallows it, his tongue duelling with mine as his hands take over, helping lift and drop me faster and faster, until I scream my release into his mouth. My pussy clenches so hard he groans, and I see fireworks, my body trembling from the force of it. But he doesn’t stop moving my hips, fucking through my tight pussy and the orgasm.
“That’s it, Angel, you look so fucking perfect when you come, I can feel it dripping down my cock,” he rasps, and when I flicker my eyes open, he’s watching his cock drive in and out of me.
“Tyler,” I gasp.
He grunts and suddenly lifts me. My head spins as I’m turned, dragged back along his lap, and impaled on his cock, making me scream as he drives through my still fluttering center.
He presses my back to his chest as he lifts and drops me onto his cock. My eyes are locked on the door, and his hand is right on my throat. “Remember how you watched me? Even in the dark, this body of yours rolling and fucking him, yet all you did was watch me, your chest heaving, lips parted, and eyes wide. You were fucking astounding. I wanted to take you from him, to show him just how to make you scream…like you just did, Angel. You scream so prettily with a cock inside you, with a real man fucking you.”