“Straddle me. You’re going to ride me. Easiest way to make sure I don’t hurt you is to have you set the pace.”
Damn, he was sweet. It wasn’t always visible, definitely hidden down deep, but he was definitely sweet.
And he was all hers.
“I like that smile on your face. Already you look a fuck less stressed. Should have brought you here right at the start.” He grabbed her hips, pulling her against him. “Put me inside you. Fuck me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good baby. My very good baby.”
She slid her way down his shaft. She had to stop at one point. He was large, he stretched her to the point of pain. Luckily, she was slick from her orgasm, and, as he reached down to play with her clit again, she found herself growing even wetter.
Finally, he was seated deeply, and she paused to catch her breath. She noticed how strained he looked.
“You all right?” she asked, worried she’d done something wrong.
“Oh, yeah, just wondering how the fuck I’m going to last,” he muttered. “This could be embarrassing.”
She smiled. “Well, since it’s usually me who’s embarrassed it would make a nice change.”
He just grunted. “You gonna sit there and tease me or fucking ride me?”
She pretended to ponder that for a moment and his face grew dark. Oops. Her man didn’t have a lot of patience.
“Ride you,” she said quickly.
“Good choice.”
He wrapped his free hand around her waist to hold her steady. She rested her good hand on his chest and rose up then moved down. Oh. It felt so good. So damn good. Her breath came faster, her movements grew harder.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it. Hell. You feel fucking amazing. You’re gonna come again for me. Want to feel you tightening around my cock. That’s it. Find it again, that’s my good baby girl.”
Those words acted as a trigger. She moved faster. Her shoulder started to throb, but she ignored it. Her orgasm washed through her, so hard it shook her to her core. And she was barely aware of his own yell of release. She slumped forward, breathing heavily, her body limp.
“Sunshine? You all right?”
He pulled her off him then arranged her on his lap, so her legs were off to one side of his thighs, her back cradled by his arm.
“Dead,” she muttered.
He chuckled. Then his face grew serious. “You hurt your shoulder? You went a little wild at the end there. Tried to hold you still, but you weren’t having that.”
Embarrassed, she averted her gaze from his. “Sorry.”
He brought her face back by gently taking hold of her chin. “Don’t be sorry for that. Soon as your shoulder’s better, you go as wild as you want. But we have to take things a bit easy at the moment, yeah?”
“Okay,” she agreed. She snuggled against him. “That was good?”
“Baby girl, you dammed near killed me. Not even sure I can walk now.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“It’s not good when I still have to get up and feed you and get us both ready for bed.”
“Later,” she muttered. “Let’s do that much, much later.”
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