Page 76 of Taming You

He goes to roll away, and I tighten my hold on him. “Hold me for a bit longer,” I beg, and his arm is immediately back around me and he kisses my forehead.

When the doorbell rings, I finally release him, and he slides off the bed, dropping his towel. I stare as he pulls on a pair of shorts, and he just shakes his head at me before jogging down the stairs. I grab a set of clothes out of the bag, loving how they smell like him and are so baggy on me. I meet him downstairs with the blankets from the bed, and we move in front of the fireplace. The sellers must have left their leftover wood, because there’s a nice stack beside the fireplace that Matt uses to start a fire.

When he’s done, I open the food and hand him his burger and take my chicken strips and we watch the fire crackle. When we finish, I stare at him, a fantasy filling my mind as the firelight flickers across his face. I crawl towards him, and desire fills his gaze.

“Ever fucked in front of the fire?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“So, what do you say to me riding your cock right here?”

“Fuck yes,” he moans.

I grin at him. “But first I’m going to ride your face.”

I don’t even have all my words out before he’s ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. The second I’m close enough, his hand comes to the back of my head, and he fists my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. Kissing Matt is like fireworks every time. The second his lips find mine, my entire body lights up. Every sense is heightened, and I feel like I may just explode. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced before.

I straddle his lap, and he pulls my shirt over my head. I never put my bra back on after the bath, and he takes full advantage, his mouth wrapping around a nipple and pulling it with his teeth. I fall back, propping myself up with hands on his legs as I shove my chest into his face more. His hand comes up to my other breast, and he rolls and pulls my nipple. He’s doing exactly what I want without me having to tell him a thing.

I grind my hips against him and moan as I feel how hard he is. I shuffle back, forcing him to release my breast, and shove my sweats down. He takes my cue and pushes his shorts down. He pops free, and I practically salivate at the sight of him. I didn’t really get to take in how big he truly is earlier. It hit me like a ton of bricks when he stretched my pussy, though.

“Zo, baby, you can’t stare at it like that and not do anything.”

I grab hold of him and bring my mouth close to the tip, breathing over it lightly, enjoying the way it makes him shiver. I smirk at him and flatten my tongue as I lick him from base to tip, trying to wrap my head around how I’m supposed to fit this whole thing in my mouth. I tease the tip before wrapping my lips around him and slowly taking more of him. He gathers my hair into a ponytail, and I look up at him.

“You’re doing so well, baby.”

His praise only pushes me to try to take more. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, and he wipes them away. “Relax your throat for me. You’ve got this.”

I do as he says, and I fit more of him in my mouth.

“You look so good with your mouth full of my cock. So pretty crying as you take me.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my pussy pulses. I need something. My hand snakes between my legs, and my finger finds my clit, causing me to moan around him.

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot right now.” He runs his hand down my back, and I love the feeling of him touching me. “Shuffle over, I want to watch you finger your cunt while you suck my cock.”

I release him from my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin, and shuffle so I’m perpendicular to him then suck on the tip of his cock. He leans back on his hands and groans.

“You’re such a mess right now. You’re dripping down your thighs and drooling all over me.”

I take more of him in my mouth than I have and remember to relax, trying to take all of him. He moans and mutters obscenities, and pride radiates through me. His thighs tense, and he begins to grow in my mouth, and I release him with a pop.

“Should I tell you not to come, like you did to me earlier?”

He’s lying flat on the ground now, shaking his head. “No, make me come, Zo.”

I give him a couple of pumps. “But won’t the orgasm be so much better if my pussy is wrapped around your cock?”

“God, yes, but I just want to come.”

I release him and shuffle closer to his head. “If you want to come, you’re gonna eat.”

“You’re a fucking dream, Zo. Give me that pussy.”

I straddle his face and lower myself until his tongue dips inside me, and I moan. Dropping forward, I grip his cock again and lick him, taking my time before taking him as deep in my mouth as I can and sucking. He bucks, and his grip on my hips tightens. I do it again and take great joy in his response.

“You don’t come until I do,” I tell him, and his fingers immediately join his efforts. It’s a lot of work trying not to lose myself completely in the pleasure he’s bringing me right now and remember to actually get him off. I feel my orgasm building. I’m close. Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, I release him from my mouth, and tremors rack my body. When the orgasm subsides, I take him again, rolling his balls, and he comes, filling my mouth. I swallow everything he gives me.

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