Page 66 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

As she licked her way up his thigh, she stayed seated on his knees, so by the time she got to his dick, she looked like a cat stretching, ass in the air. When she squirted the cold whipped cream over his cock, it went ramrod hard. After tossing the can onto the mattress, she grasped him at the base and went to town on him.

The pleasure of her touch combined with his affection for her combusted into an inferno of need and yearning. He wanted to knock her back and fuck her till they both came so hard they blacked out. He wanted to flip her over—just like she’d talked about—and take her from behind.

He’d smack her ass cheek just to see it wobble and hear her cry out. He wanted to feel her excitement gush all over his cock.

After licking him clean, she sucked him deep into her mouth. Hot lust streamed through him, and a sheen of sweat covered his skin. If he didn’t bust a nut soon, he’d lose his mind. “Ride me.”

The way this woman scrambled to comply turned him feral. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she sat up and pulled off her leggings and T-shirt, unclasped her bra, and tossed them all aside.

When she climbed back on him, he reached for those gorgeous tits, loving the way her hard pink nipples poked through his fingers.

She arched into his touch. “Hand me that condom. Quick, so you can get out there and shovel.”

He laughed and grabbed it. “You’ve got my number, don’t you?” She knew just how to break the tension and kick him out of his own head. And maybe that was why she’d broken down his barriers. Because she’d identified them.

After he tossed it to her, he clasped his fingers behind his head and pretended to be unaffected as she tore it open with her teeth.

“I think I do.” She stretched it over him. “But that’s only because I’m the same way.” Once it was securely on, she sank down on him, enveloping his cock in her slick heat. Her hands landed on his chest, and she rocked slowly.

He stopped pretending and reached for her, needing to get his hands on her ass and work him harder.

But she ignored him, sitting up and wriggling her bottom. “You’re so big, I feel you everywhere.” She let out a blissful sigh. “It’s so good.” She kept riding him at her own pace, like she was savoring every drag and slide. “Look at you.” She ran her hands across his shoulders and down to his biceps and then squeezed. “You’re so hot.” She caressed his chest, her fingers sifting through his hair. “My God.”

Jesus, this view—with her dark hair all tousled, her tits bouncing, and the flare of her feminine hips—it sent a roar of desire crashing through him.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Cupping her ass cheeks, he took over, moving her up and down his cock, thrusting up hard when he brought her down on him. “Fuck, yeah.” Every time their bodies connected, she’d let out a sexy little, “Oh.”

He’d never known it could be this good.

Her head tipped back, and she reached behind to set her hands on his thighs. Eyes closed, she rode him with abandon. His cock glistened as it slid in and out of her tight pussy.

Needing more, he jackknifed up, reaching for her breasts, and sucking a nipple into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bounced on him, so wild and reckless, she lost her rhythm.

He needed to get her there, so he tilted her hips until she gasped, letting him know he’d found just the right angle to rub her clit against the base of his cock. Crying out in utter abandon, she clutched fistfuls of his hair and writhed all over him.

Holding back was going to kill him, but he waited until she collapsed against him before flipping her onto her back and letting loose. One hand under her ass, the other braced next to her head, he powered into her.

His orgasm hit fast. It roared up from his core and exploded out of him. Cataclysmic. Gritting his teeth, he kept up his pace. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, and she ground hard against him. He kept coming, one burst after another, his skin so hot he was on fire.

When he could finally catch his breath, he collapsed on top of her. They clung to each other. Their bodies slick, electrified, they panted in each other’s ears. And then, she shifted under him, reminding him of his weight.

As he settled beside her, she unconsciously molded herself to him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His heart stuttered.

He didn’t do the cuddly shit.

He fucked.

And then, he left.

He might engage in chitchat as he got cleaned up and dressed.

But he didn’t snuggle.

A simple nudge usually did the trick. They got the message.

But there wasn’t a single part of his body that could move.

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