Page 82 of Riding the Pine

“Did you know,” I manage to grit out between my teeth. “Only twenty-five percent of women come from G-spot action or penetration?”

Her eyes widen. “I did know that. Why?” She blinks a few times. “And why are you asking me this now?”

She clenches around me as she drops another inch or so.

I shake my head, blowing out a sharp burst of air. “Because if I don’t, I’m afraid I might be known as your premature ejaculation boyfriend.”

The laugh she lets out into the crisp winter air lifts my soul.

“And if you ever fake an orgasm with me, I’ll not only know, but I’ll tie you down and make you come so many times you forget your own name.”

Something flickers in her eyes.

“And once you’ve forgotten your own name, I’ll make you come even more. You’ll come so much I can just say the word ‘come’ and your body will answer my call.” I’m not sure who that turns on more, my dick certainly gets harder, but she also drops herself the whole way onto my cock so I’m balls deep.

This woman must do pussy exercises every day. That’s a thing, right? You can work out your pussy? Regardless, she’s squeezing me so tight with her velvety walls that I’m pretty sure the oxygen supply to my brain is being snuffed out.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.

She’s grinning at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “You okay, Scottie?” Skimming my stomach and chest, her fingers find their way to my collarbones. When I nod at her, she sinks her nails into my skin and drags them all the way to my belly button, resets and does it again.

The sting makes me hiss, the hiss makes her grin harder and dig deeper as her hips start to move. Now, I’m in heaven.

My girl has rhythm, and with every flick of her hips she’s sending me higher and higher into the atmosphere.

The more she rides me, the wilder she looks. Head tossed back, hair billowing in the winter breeze, eyes holding mine captive like she’s feeding off the energy created by not breaking eye contact.

She’s bouncing harder and harder, driving herself onto my cock like she needs it. If her shirt was off, I’d be tweaking andtugging on those nipples as her perky tits jiggle and bounce in time with her movements.

I let her lead for a while, balls aching with the pressure of no release, but the point comes where I tip from patient and building toward my orgasm, to desperate and charging into it. I grip her hips; a sexy sigh slithers out between her lips as I meet her from below.

She drops onto me, I spear her from underneath, we meet, bodies slapping together in the moonlight. Her eyes flutter closed as my thumb finds her clit.

“¡Ay! Papi.”

Satisfaction surges in my chest at the honorific. It may have been accidental or impulsive, but I’ll take it.

The more I thumb at her clit, the more her rhythm is disjointed. I may have the reputation of coming before I should, but I’m making her blow her load on my rock-hard cock if it’s the last thing I do.

The more her body tenses and jerks, the more her walls flicker around my dick, and the harder and harder it gets not to just let myself go. I read online that coming together is quite difficult to achieve but considering how ready to blow I am at all times with this woman, that may end up being how this goes.

Sweat trickles into my eye, my thumb slips, she squeals and gives me the stink eye.

When my girl gets close to coming, she has a tell. She starts muttering to herself in Spanish, so when those words fall from her lips, I know it’s almost time. Her hips thrust against mine, and to be honest, if I knew Spanish, I’d likely mutter whatever she’s saying, too.

Instead, I go with the traditional, “Shit. Shit. Fuck. Jesus. Fuck. Shit.” Which might sound much less sexy, but it’s still as effective.

The chain reaction starts deep inside her, her pussy gets hotter, tighter around my steel-rod dick, her body trembles. And just when she starts screaming, my orgasm is ripped from my core before I even know what’s really hit me.

The clenching of her pussy around my cock makes me lightheaded, my chest is tight, pulse hammering, and I grip her with both hands because the only place my cum needs to be is right inside her.

Fucking hell. The idea that I could get her pregnant, even though I know she’s protected, makes me shiver. I sit upright, pulling her against me as I pierce her raven black hair with my fingers to kiss her with all I have.

She’s limp in my arms as we kiss, but I still drive into her from below. She pats my shoulders. “I think it’s in there, Scottie.” She’s flushed, hazy eyed as she gives me a lopsided, bliss-filled smile.

“Hm?” Of course, my dick’s in there, it’s kind of how this works.

“Your cum.” She skims my jaw with her lips. “You don’t think I’ve noticed how obsessed you are with getting your cum inside me and keeping it there?”

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