Page 69 of Wildest Dreams

I shut her up with a kiss, groaning as she strokes her hands down my chest.

“Come as fast as you need to,” I tell her, grunting as I pull it out. It’s heavy as fuck and ready to blow.

Then I roll her onto her belly and kiss her cheek, positioning myself behind her.

“Think you can come again?” I ask her, using one forearm to lift her hips, keeping her upper body pinned down with my chest.

She moans as I nudge my cock between her thighs, seeking out her perfect little heat.

“Like this?” she whispers, looking up at me from over her shoulder.

I dip down to kiss her mouth, widening the stance of my quads as I gently lick her tongue with mine.

“If you’ll let me,” I murmur, already using my thumb to hook her thong out of the way.

I suck gently at her throat before moving my mouth up to her ear, my palm caressing her breasts as I scrape my stubble against her cheek.

“This okay?” I ask her quietly, in between the firm kisses I press to her cheek. “You okay with it like this?”

“Um,” she whispers, her voice light and sugary sweet. She watches me over her shoulder, her beautiful eyes searching mine. I press our foreheads together, my free hand roaming up to the warm curve of her waist.

“You look kinda nervous,” I murmur. “If you don’t like it this way, we don’t have to–”

“I want to,” she whispers quickly, “w-with you. We can… try it. Because you want to.”

I give her waist a gentle squeeze while slowly rubbing my length over her pussy.

“It’s, uh” – I clear my throat – “it’s my favourite position,” I rasp, my cheeks warming at the confession.

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, her eyes still locked in with mine. After a moment she gives me a nod, while one arm reaches behind my neck, pulling me closer.

“Yeah?” I ask her, wanting her verbal confirmation.

“Yeah,” she whispers, sucking in a quick breath when she feels the first few inches going in.

“I’ll go gently,” I pant, my hand tightening around her waist.

My lap smacks loudly against her ass and I push down on her harder, compressing my chest against her back.

“Tanner,” she whimpers.

I thrust again, grunting hard.

I keep one hand on her waist and sink the other into her hair, tugging it back so that her head is resting against the large curve of my shoulder. Exposing her neck to me while I thrust it in and out.

“You like that?” I ask, my voice breathless, rough.

“Yeah,” she whispers back to me, her thighs slipping wider on the dark sheets.

I drop my head against her shoulder, groaning loudly as I start to pound her, my fist tightening in her hair as my other hand roams up to massage her breasts.

She moans against the pillow, and I work her harder and faster, until I’m grunting roughly against her neck.

“I’m there,” I rumble, my hand sliding up around her throat.

She moans at the sensation and I squeeze her tighter, my cock ready to unload.

“Can I come?” I rasp, my quads tightening at the impending release.

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