Stripped Down (Tap That)

Nothing had ever been as satisfying as watching Sloane explode beneath him. She had finally let go and it was a beautiful thing. Better than he could have ever imagined.

Rick shoved his pants down to his ankles and kicked them off with an urgency he’d never known. He grabbed them and patted the pocket for his wallet. “Time to try for the extra point,” he told Sloane, digging out a condom and tossing the wallet on the nightstand.

“Oh, right,” she said, looking limp and satiated. “But you didn’t play ball in high school.”

“That was then. Now I’m a fucking baller.” He shoved his boxer briefs down and tore the condom open with his teeth.

Her eyes widened. “That’s a five.”

“What?”

“A five on your one to ten cheesiness scale.”

That made him laugh softly. “Fair enough.”

He went on his knees so he could sheath his rock-solid cock. Eating out Sloane had made him hard to the point of pain. He wanted her. Hell, he needed her.

“Rick?” Her jaw had dropped.

“Yeah?”

“I know I’m going to regret saying this out loud but you have a very big dick.”

That made him smirk. He wasn’t even going to lie. Best words ever. “Thanks. The rest of me caught up to my cock and my hands and my feet, what can I say?”

She actually swallowed visibly. “Um…”

He didn’t wait for her to panic. He slid his tip over her warm heat, teasing it over her clit. She was soaking wet and he let out a soft moan. “Damn, that’s a beautiful thing. You’re so fucking wet for me.”

She grabbed his wrists like she needed an anchor. Rick brushed her hair back off of her cheek. He felt like the luckiest bastard ever to live. How many guys got a night with their teen crush? He wanted to remember this moment, every sound, every touch, every scent. The room was sweet with her arousal and quiet except for their breathing. Lamplight softly fell over her slim body, her gorgeous tits. Her nipples were still hard and the curls between her thighs were darkened with the dewiness of his tongue and her pussy.

It was perfection.

Slowly, he eased into her, gritting his teeth from the effort to go slowly. She was so fucking tight. A hot little fist stroking his cock. “Oh, baby, that’s perfect.”

Her eyes were wide and she was squeezing his arms, digging her fingernails into his flesh. “Holy shit,” she breathed. “I can feel you just throbbing inside me.”

“Hold on to me, Sloane, because it’s about to get better.” He wasn’t even halfway there yet. Easing in slowly, he filled her tight pussy fully, groaning as he embedded himself in her wet, welcoming body. “Damn, beautiful. Fucking amazing.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked. “Should I move my hips?”

He shook his head, touched that she looked so uncertain. “Let me do all the work. You just lay there like a goddess and take it.”

“But you’re not doing anything.” She arched her back.

“You want me to do something?” He eased slowly, slowly back out of her.

Sloane gave a cry, nodding. “Yes.”

“You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?”

She nodded again.

“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.” He was almost fully out of her.

“Fuck me, Rick. Fuck me.”

He thrust deep inside her.