The End of Us (Love in Isolation 3)

“You’re a filthy little girl,” he hisses when I take my bra off and throw it at him.

When I straddle his lap, I feel his hard erection, and the friction as I rock my hips has my body begging for more of him.

“Those jeans need to come off right now,” I demand, falling to my knees and reaching forward.

I unbutton and yank them down forcefully while taking his boxers too.

His thick cock is at full attention, and I admire every bulging vein before tracing them with my tongue. As he runs my fingers through my hair with a groan, I’m encouraged to take him deeper into my throat.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” I admit, loving his eyes on me as he cups my breasts and pinches my nipples.

“I have a confession to make,” Tristan grunts out.

“What’s that?” I say, between sucking and licking.

“I watched you touch yourself upstairs after you drank all that old whiskey.”

I lift a brow, thinking back to my moment of weakness when I wanted Tristan so bad it hurt. He constantly teased the fuck out of me, even if he was trying to avoid me.

“Yeah? Did you like what you saw?”

“I always love watching you play with your perfect pussy,” he admits. “Seeing you pleasure yourself with my name on your lips was something I won’t forget for the rest of my life. You’re enough to bring any man to his knees.”

I smirk. “Well, maybe I should start an Only Fans account when I get home. There are a lot of YouTube stars who make millions and get tons of free sex toys.”

“Hell no,” he growls as I stroke him. “I don’t like to share, Piper.”

“Oh, so I’m yours now?”

He nods. “Baby, you know you’re mine. And as far as sex toys, I think my cock is enough, but if you want something else to play with, we can use whatever else you want.”

“I like the sound of that.” I slip my panties down my legs and step out of them. Straddling Tristan’s lap, I carefully slide down on him. I suck in a breath, taking him all the way in.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans out as his firm hands squeeze my waist. The pressure of his length and girth inside me is so intense, my pussy clenches as he stretches me wide.

Once I’ve adjusted to his size, I slowly glide up and down, then pick up the pace. Tristan snags one nipple between his teeth, then his strong hands move to my ass cheeks.

“Oh my God,” I scream out. “Harder, please,” I beg, and Tristan slams deeper up into me.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” I whisper. The sound of my skin slapping against his thighs bounces off the walls. His thumb finds my clit, and as soon as he adds pressure, the orgasm builds so quickly that I can barely control myself.

“Don’t make me come yet,” I tell him, wanting to be brought to the edge a few times first. I slow down, my pussy screaming and throbbing for release.

“So goddamn beautiful,” Tristan murmurs, moving to my other nipple. I meet his mouth, greedily twisting my tongue with his, wanting to devour him.

Once I’ve caught my breath, I try to pick up the pace but find it harder to continue. I’m teetering, and as soon as I’m ready to spill over, I stop. We do this until I’m so close to coming I can barely breathe.

Tristan continues slamming into me, and I love that he’s teasing himself too. He’s brought me to the edge at least seven times, then slowed his pace. The next movement I make has every one of my muscles tightening, then contracting.

“Damn, girl. You ride me so good,” Tristan grinds out as I bounce on his cock. The sensation of him sliding in and out becomes too much. My body unravels as an earth-shattering orgasm rocks through me.

Seconds later, he’s gripping my hips and releasing inside me. I ride him until my body is ready to collapse. He wraps his strong arms around me as I fall forward and hug his neck. My pussy convulses, and I’m soaking wet.

“I’ve never met a girl who likes to be teased so much.”

I know I should get up, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stand. “I want mind-blowing orgasms that rip through me, and edging is fun, like a game. How long until I give in to the pleasure?”

“I love that you enjoy it. It’s sexy as fuck to feel how close you are and then stop. Just one touch and you’d explode, then when you do, your pussy nearly squeezes my dick off. Feels amazing.”

I meet his eyes. “Thankfully, you’ve got the stamina to keep up in your old age.”

Tristan grabs a handful of my ass. “Always, baby.”

Once we’ve both come down from our high, we clean up. I lie on the couch naked, and he spoons me from behind, enveloping me in his arms as we watch TV. A satisfied smile splashes across my face, and I can’t help but feel relaxed and sated. Tristan has a way of doing that to me. Nothing in the damn world could worry me right now, not even a tropical storm. Instead of being concerned about the rain, it makes my eyes heavy, or maybe the mind-blowing sex is to blame. I’m safe—Tristan has proven that much to me already.