“I need your cock. Inside me. Right now,” I tell him and he groans as I lift up on one knee, placing my hands on his chest to help.
His hands on my hips tighten, and he lifts me. I grab his cock and position him at my entrance. Then he guides me down, and we both moan aloud.
“Fuck!”
“David!”
He’s big. Hard. So thick.
I swear I can feel every ridge and vein pressing against my sheath as I stretch around him.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks, and his concern makes my eyes tear.
I shake my head. And I lean down and press my mouth to his. For one second, our kiss is sweet. Then I rock my hips, changing the tone, and it grows frantic.
Uncoordinated passion at its best. Our teeth clink, our lips merge, and I start to move with David rocking up into me.
He sits up, arms wrapped around me, one hand between my ass cheeks as I ride him.
And the whole time, he’s kissing me like he needs me to breathe—and the thing is—I think I need him too.
His mouth finds my neck, my collarbone, my tits, and he sucks and flicks his tongue against my nipples.
My pussy tightens. A flood of moisture pools between us, and now I’m moving faster, harder, and David grunts with effort.
“Come for me, Sunshine. Right now,” he commands.
And I am helpless to do otherwise.
Chapter Twenty-One
David
Fucking. Christ.
This woman is everything I never knew I needed. Everything I ever wanted.
Watching her come? Number one on my list of favorite fucking sights to see.
I feel her convulsing around my cock, and fuck, it’s making me want to come. But not yet.
I slow us down. Kissing her sweet tits, her neck, her cheek.
Then I cup her cheeks, and I bring her mouth to mine—gently, slowly, passionately.
She tastes like the coconut bubble tea she had for dessert. And something else. Something sweeter.
She tastes like home.
She sighs into the kiss, and I moan, my dick pulsing inside her. I lay down taking her with me, and I roll us both so now I’m on top—and holy fuck, I slide deeper.
She’s so hot and wet. So slick for me. And I can’t deny it—her pussy was made for me.
Like a hot velvet vise wrapped around me.
She’s still feeling it. Still tingling from her first orgasm, and I use that to my advantage. I flex my hips, grinding into her, and Hilary gasps and whimpers.
My blood is on fire for her. Pure molten lava, and I know I’m in over my head.