forcefully, taking him all. “Fast is better. Trust me.”
She bit her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body
adjusted.
Gripping the arms of the chair with his hands, he struggled for control.
“Fuck, are you okay?”
She nodded, her eyes falling closed as she started to move, lifting
until only his head remained before surging down again. A small smile spread
across her face, “That’s better. God Rich, I wish you could feel what it’s like
to be spread open like this.”
Losing the battle, he gasped before lifting his hips, “So good, so
fucking tight. Ride my dick Angie.” He pulled her close, his hands roaming over
her body as she ground against him.
Her legs tightened around his thighs as she moved, grinding her clit
against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing his face into her
chest. Her fingers found their way into his hair, tugging forcefully as she
increased her speed. A soft sigh escaped her lips as a small shudder racked her
body before she stilled her movements. Releasing his hair she leaned back and
gave him a small smile, “How do you want to come?”
“Huh? What just happened?” Still straining inside of her, he tried to
focus his lust filled brain.
“I’m done. How do you want to come?” She asked again, flexing around his
length.
“You’re not done. What the fuck are you talking about?” He shook his
head and gripped her hips as she started to lift off of him.
She looked away, running her hands through her hair.
He grabbed her wrist, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Sorry if I’m not up to your normal standards. That’s all I’ve got Rich.
Do you want to finish or not?”
He froze, unsure of his next step. There was no way she’d climaxed. She
wasn’t even out of breath. As tight as she was he was sure he would have felt
her contract around him if she had. “Look at me Angel.”
After much too long she finally met his gaze, “What?”
“I could bust in ten seconds or less, you feel so fucking good.” And
though his body was screaming at him to do just that he maintained control by
sheer force of will. It was time he stopped letting her call the shots. He’d
told her was up for the challenge and he intended to prove to her exactly what
he meant. “I’m not going to come yet because we’re not even close to being
finished.”
“I think it’s best – what are you doing?” Angie squealed as he stood
slowly, still inside of her.
“This was just foreplay. Get ready for the real thing baby. You’re all
mine today.”
Chapter Six
After making his way up the stairs carefully, Rich eased Angie off his
shaft, depositing her on the bed. The loss of warmth surrounding him was nearly
painful but he pushed his owns needs aside. He removed the condom, throwing it
into the waste basket. “We won’t need one of these for a while.”
Angie scooted further onto the bed, grabbing his rumpled blanket and
pulling it up her body. “Why?”
He almost felt bad at the uncertainty in her voice. After he was done
she’d understand. “We’re going to talk a little bit, and we’re going to play.
Correction, I’m going to play.”
“What if I don’t want to talk?” Her voice was low and she looked away as
she spoke.
“That’s just too bad Angie.” Stretching out on the bed beside her, he
tugged the blanket down, “Let me see you.” He rested his hand on her stomach,
stroking her lightly with his thumb. “I need to know some things about you to
make this perfect.”
She tensed under his hands, “Like what?”
“Relax.” he stroked up her stomach and cupped her right breast, “You’ve
never been sensitive here?” He squeezed lightly, “Not at all?”
She shook her head, watching his hand, “Well, it’s not like guys have
really paid much attention to that area. I guess,” her cheeks were pink as she
continued, “In the shower when I soap them up it feels sort of good.”
He bit back his anger at the men she’d been with
She bit her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body
adjusted.
Gripping the arms of the chair with his hands, he struggled for control.
“Fuck, are you okay?”
She nodded, her eyes falling closed as she started to move, lifting
until only his head remained before surging down again. A small smile spread
across her face, “That’s better. God Rich, I wish you could feel what it’s like
to be spread open like this.”
Losing the battle, he gasped before lifting his hips, “So good, so
fucking tight. Ride my dick Angie.” He pulled her close, his hands roaming over
her body as she ground against him.
Her legs tightened around his thighs as she moved, grinding her clit
against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing his face into her
chest. Her fingers found their way into his hair, tugging forcefully as she
increased her speed. A soft sigh escaped her lips as a small shudder racked her
body before she stilled her movements. Releasing his hair she leaned back and
gave him a small smile, “How do you want to come?”
“Huh? What just happened?” Still straining inside of her, he tried to
focus his lust filled brain.
“I’m done. How do you want to come?” She asked again, flexing around his
length.
“You’re not done. What the fuck are you talking about?” He shook his
head and gripped her hips as she started to lift off of him.
She looked away, running her hands through her hair.
He grabbed her wrist, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Sorry if I’m not up to your normal standards. That’s all I’ve got Rich.
Do you want to finish or not?”
He froze, unsure of his next step. There was no way she’d climaxed. She
wasn’t even out of breath. As tight as she was he was sure he would have felt
her contract around him if she had. “Look at me Angel.”
After much too long she finally met his gaze, “What?”
“I could bust in ten seconds or less, you feel so fucking good.” And
though his body was screaming at him to do just that he maintained control by
sheer force of will. It was time he stopped letting her call the shots. He’d
told her was up for the challenge and he intended to prove to her exactly what
he meant. “I’m not going to come yet because we’re not even close to being
finished.”
“I think it’s best – what are you doing?” Angie squealed as he stood
slowly, still inside of her.
“This was just foreplay. Get ready for the real thing baby. You’re all
mine today.”
Chapter Six
After making his way up the stairs carefully, Rich eased Angie off his
shaft, depositing her on the bed. The loss of warmth surrounding him was nearly
painful but he pushed his owns needs aside. He removed the condom, throwing it
into the waste basket. “We won’t need one of these for a while.”
Angie scooted further onto the bed, grabbing his rumpled blanket and
pulling it up her body. “Why?”
He almost felt bad at the uncertainty in her voice. After he was done
she’d understand. “We’re going to talk a little bit, and we’re going to play.
Correction, I’m going to play.”
“What if I don’t want to talk?” Her voice was low and she looked away as
she spoke.
“That’s just too bad Angie.” Stretching out on the bed beside her, he
tugged the blanket down, “Let me see you.” He rested his hand on her stomach,
stroking her lightly with his thumb. “I need to know some things about you to
make this perfect.”
She tensed under his hands, “Like what?”
“Relax.” he stroked up her stomach and cupped her right breast, “You’ve
never been sensitive here?” He squeezed lightly, “Not at all?”
She shook her head, watching his hand, “Well, it’s not like guys have
really paid much attention to that area. I guess,” her cheeks were pink as she
continued, “In the shower when I soap them up it feels sort of good.”
He bit back his anger at the men she’d been with
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