Rich Soldier (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 2)

He drags his lips up the entrance to my pussy until he reaches my clit, sucking it gently and scraping it with his teeth. I gasp and let out a moan, saying his name. That no talking rule is becoming less important by the second. I can’t help but ask him. “Is it like you remember?” The words are breathy and almost voiceless, but I have to know, when he’s driving me this crazy, how he feels.

“Mmm.” It’s a sound that’s deep and satisfied. “You taste so much better.”

He consumes me again with another deep sound of satisfaction, and I have to grab the blankets, fisting them in my fingers. My hips arch off the bed, trying to bring him closer, wordlessly begging him to give me more. To give it to me faster, and he does. Wallace stops bouncing around from place to place and settles his mouth directly over my clit, rolling it between his lips before he teases with his tongue. Up one side and down the other, he works his way, focusing all his attention there, and oh fuck—

Pleasure rockets through my body like an explosion, taking me higher and right to the edge. I’m in the midst of that deep, shuddering pleasure that only comes right before an orgasm and I never want it to fade. Wallace moves his hands under my ass, pulling me deeper against his mouth, and it’s hard to imagine anything else but this pleasure.

Just then he curls his tongue under my clit, lapping at it in a rhythm that shoots spears of heat through my body, and I tip over the edge. Heat and fire blaze through me and I arch, wrapping my legs around him. I want more of this pleasure, taking me to a place where I don’t have to think or worry about the future. Just simple, pure, pleasure and satisfaction. The tide rises and falls and when my vision clears, Wallace is above me again, face close.

His eyes are still intense, and I know he’s not finished. How could we be? But he kisses me, and the taste of him with the taste of me and the heat of his tongue make me moan, reaching out to pull him closer. “Tia,” he groans, “I could spend an eternity between your legs. You’re so delicious.”

I shudder underneath him, his words reigniting the need for more in me, and I let him kiss me again, liking the feel of his weight on my body before he pulls back. “But I need to see that ass.”

He turns me over, and his hands smooth down the skin of my back and down across my ass. He makes a sound of approval, leaning down to brush his mouth across my skin, dangerously close to the bud, and I clench in anticipation. But no, he doesn’t touch me there. At least not yet. But he laughs against my skin like he knew what I was thinking and the vibrations make me raise my ass to him.

I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper and I don’t even have time to wonder where he got it because he’s pressing against my entrance. Oh, God. He’s so big. Too big. I know he’ll fit because he’s already been inside me, but suddenly I feel so full that my breath goes short and my chest is tight and I’m gasping, grabbing for something to hold on to. Wallace pushes in and in and in until I can feel his hips against my ass and I can barely breathe.

Leaning over, his body is on mine, his hands covering mine on the bed, and I’m trapped by him. He’s everywhere, surrounding me, inside me, and God, I don’t want it to stop. Using his knees, he pushes my legs wider, which makes him feel even bigger. Holy fuck, I’m going to come and he hasn’t even moved yet. Not really.

He tangles his fingers with mine, and I hold onto him as he pulls out and thrusts back in. I cry out because I’m so sensitive and he’s hitting me deep, in that place that makes fireworks pop behind my eyes. Three more thrusts, and I come, crying out and saying his name, shuddering and squeezing his cock. But he doesn’t stop, and I’m falling into a place that’s only pleasure. Every stroke of his shaft takes me higher, and he doesn’t hold back, building up speed until he’s ramming in, holding me in place with his body while he takes me.

God, it’s been so long since I’ve been taken, and it feels delicious. We fit together in a way that’s too good to hope for, his body causing mine to spiral into another orgasm, and another, until I’m out of breath but still trying to scream. I can’t do anything but let the pleasure through, feel it overload my nerves and savor the feeling of perfect euphoria.