Page 82 of Love Is Ale You Need

A pool of desire settles between my legs from his words. I bend over and grip the headboard as I’m told. There’s just enough of a gap for my fingers to fit and it’s solid enough that it doesn’t move. Peering over my shoulder, I watch as Trey reaches behind him and pulls his shirt up. Inch by inch his lickworthy abs are revealed then his sculpted chest. I’ll never tire of seeing him strip out of a shirt. A sly smirk covers his face as a blush floods my cheeks from being caught drooling over his bare chest. He tosses his shirt to the floor. I’m instantly drawn to the way his muscles flex with even the slightest movement. My gaze follows the small strip of hair that leads to his long, thick cock.

“If you’re going to stare, it’s best I give you something worth staring at.” He wraps his fingers around his girth and leisurely strokes himself up and down. When he reaches the tip, he squeezes and a bead of pre-cum spills out.

It’s hypnotizing. I suck on my bottom lip, my breathing growing heavy as I anticipate him almost splitting me in two with his size. All I want to do is leave my position and twist around to lick the tip of his cock like a lollipop, but I resist. Instead, I wiggle my ass. “Trey, I need you. I need you so much.”

He continues to stroke himself. “Are you begging for my dick?”

“Yes. Fuck. I need your cock in me. I need it so much.”

“I love when you beg.”

With one hand on my hip, he inches closer to me. The head of his cock slides up and down my pussy, teasing my entrance. My fingers clench the edge of the headboard. A second later, he’s thrusting inside me.

TWENTY-NINE

I KNOW MY ANSWER

Trey

Fucking hell. A deep groan rumbles from my chest. Her warm heat surrounding my dick is like home. There is no other place I’d rather be.

She inhales a sharp breath as she adjusts to my size. I pull out an inch and thrust back in. As I continue pumping into her, she pushes into me, needing more and I’m here to please.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so fucking amazing. Gripping me.” My fingers curl around her soft hips as I continue slamming into her. Our skin slaps together, growing louder with each thrust.

“Oh! Yes! Right there. Don’t stop.” Her breathing grows shallower with each pump of my hips.

I continue to drive into her as her pussy clamps down hard on me, sucking me in. “Fuck. Rye.” My hand runs over the soft flesh of her ass. Softly, I tap her creamy skin. She yelps in surprise, but also her pussy clenches around me. “You like that?”

“Yes. Do it again.” She pushes against me with a wiggle and moans.

While I continue thrusting, I slap her ass again, a little harder this time.

“Ah! Yes! Yes!” she chants.

Her pussy pulsates around my dick. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I savor the feeling. I won’t be able to hold out much longer. I caress the reddening handprint on her backside.

“Again. Do it again.” She slams back into me.

“My girl likes it dirty. But I want you screaming out my name.” I reach under her, running a finger up her slit. When I reach her clit, I rub small circles over the tight bud alternating the pressure with my thrusts.

“Oh god! Trey! Ah!” Her pussy spasms around my cock. Her knuckles turning white as she grips the headboard.

“That’s a good girl.” My hand smacks down on her ass again, and she moans out my name. I continue to drive deeper and harder with each thrust. Her moans mix with my grunts with each slide of my dick in and out of her.

“Fuck Rylee. Give me one more.”

“I. Can’t.” The words come out in breathy pants.

I plunge into her, rolling my hips to hit her g-spot. Doubling my pace, I pound into her over and over.

“Trey. Don’t stop. I’m almost. There.” Her words are breathy moans.

A second later, her back arches and her pussy clenches around my dick as her orgasm rips through her. Her moans and screams fill the loft. A tingle starts at the base of my spine and shoots directly to my balls.

“Fuck!” A tsunami of ecstasy washes over me as I follow her orgasm with one of my own. My pumps grow shallower and eventually I come to a stop, still inside her. My chest heaves as I work to collect my breath. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

The rise and fall of Rylee’s back eventually evens out. Then she glances over her shoulder, a pink blush covering her cheeks. “You say that every time.”

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