And I let out a long exhausted sigh as he sucks on me, his mouth working its way over my pussy until I’m dripping wet.
“Oh, my God,” I moan, gripping the sheets as Ryder slips a finger inside my virginal spot. He runs his thumb over my hood, and a finger presses inside my walls, finding my G spot and moves faster and faster.
He stretches me, pressing in another finger, and now I offer more than a sigh, more than a groan. I call out his name, my back arching as I come hard against him, an orgasm more intense than I’ve ever created on my own, rushing over me, through me. In me and out of me.
And then his lips are back on my cunt, sucking and licking everything I offer him.
I try to catch my breath, overwhelmed with how good he feels when he’s this close to me. When I finish coming he stands, wiping his mouth and telling me that I am absolutely perfect.
“Stop it, Ryder,” I say, knowing my face is beet red from embarrassment.
“I mean it, you are, Justine. I need you to understand how you make me feel.”
“Show me,” I tell him. “Show me how I make you feel.”
The words are naughty and brazen and I don’t care. I need to understand.
He does as I ask, pushing down his boxers and freeing his length. I gasp at what I see.
He is so hard, so thick, and so damn long.
I tried to prepare myself for the man who would buy my virginity tonight.
“You’re so... big.”
He grins, his hand pumping his shaft slowly as he looks down at me.
“You’re right about that, Justine.” He raises an eyebrow, making me wet all over again. How a man so rugged can be so smooth is beyond me. “And you are so tight.”
“Is it going to hurt?” I ask.
“I’ll go nice and slow,” he tells me. “Let’s start with me touching those perfect tits.”
Ryder crawls onto the bed, straddling me, pressing his cock between my tits.
“Anything you say,” I tell him, ready for this mountain man to teach me a thing or two about my own body.Chapter 10RyderEverything about Justine is better than I imagined. I’ve known her only a handful of hours, but her body opens to me like we have done this thousands of times.
With my cock between her too perfect tits, I thank my lucky stars that I’m the only man to have been this close with her.
“Your cock is so thick, Ryder. I didn’t expect it to be like this,” she tells me. The tip of my cock is so close to her mouth and when she reaches behind me and runs her hand over my bare ass, I groan in pleasure. Her touch feels so damn good, and having my cock right between her tits is nearly more than I can take.
“Well, I can goddamn guarantee it’s the best cock you’ll ever have,” I tell her as I begin to move between her tits, massaging the perfect round globes, her nipples nice and hard.
I thrust my cock between her breasts, I can’t help but wonder the exact same thing.
Her hands reach up and run over my ladder of abs as my hard shaft pumps against her bare skin. Her eyes close as my rigid cock gets ready to explode.
“I’m gonna come,” I tell her.
“Then come closer,” she tells me, lifting her lips to my cock. The angle isn’t ideal, but her mouth surrounds my length as her lips suction around me. I come fast against her mouth. Her eyes widened as I release myself inside her mouth, and she swallows my come like she was made for me.
I imagine my come sliding down her throat, filling her belly. And I know she likes what she tastes. When I finish, she slowly removes my cock from her mouth as if she doesn’t want it to end. Her tongue twirls around the tip as if not wanting to miss a single drop.
“You taste like...”
“Shortbread?” I tease.
She laughs and then tries to stop by pressing her lips together. “No, you taste like salted caramel ice cream.”
“Damn, and you didn’t even lick my cone.” I pull her up, both of us kneeling before one another. I push back her hair and hold it in my hand, forcing her chin to lift and her eyes to meet mine.
“You are so fucking amazing,” I tell her. And then I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her on top of me. I need her pussy around my cock, and I need it now.
We look at one another, my growing cock between us. Her hand wraps around my shaft and I groan as she fondles my balls. She may be a virgin, but she seems to understand what I need.
“Why are you single?” she asks, looking down at me.