Page 43 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

“Ah!” I roll my hips, needing more, needing him. “Oh! I can’t—” Words fail me as my pussy spasms around the vibrator. All I can do is feel.

“Come for me, Sunflower. All over my tongue. I want to taste you.”

My hand falls to his head, fingers clawing at his hair, as my orgasm rips through me. My chest heaves as I collect my breath. Lach sits up, my orgasm glistening on his mouth. He pulls out the vibrator and drags the tip across my inner thigh, leaving behind a trail of wetness.

“Let me clean you up.” He bends down and slides his tongue up my slit and over my still swollen clit.

“Oh! Lach! I can’t. I’m going to. Pass out.” I work to collect my breath, but it’s useless as my clit vibrates with pleasure. It’s like a rollercoaster ride that’s nothing but nonstop hills. As soon as I hit the bottom, I’m shot right back up. I don’t even get a second to breathe.

“I got you, Sunflower. Just enjoy the ride.” He continues to lick, suck, and nibble on my swollen clit.

“Yes! More!”

He flicks the tip of his tongue over my tight bud and my back arches. My hand slaps the chair’s armrest. I need something to keep me grounded before I shoot off like a rocket. My knuckles turn white as I grip the fabric of the armrest for dear life. There’s a good chance he’s going to bruise my clit. But it’s never felt this good before. A slow heat builds in my belly, and without notice, it bursts into an explosion. My eyes roll back in my head, and another orgasm consumes me. Lach continues to lick my pussy until my body stops shuddering. Slowly, he sits back on his haunches. He swipes the back of his hand over his mouth.

“Don’t tell me you have to clean me up again. That would just be a vicious, while pleasurable, cycle that would never break. But now it’s my turn.” I stand on wobbly legs and Lach doesthe same, hands on my hips to help my balance. “One of us is wearing entirely too many clothes.”

My gaze slides down his chest and to his cock, tenting his sweats. A smile flits over my lips as I slide my fingers under the waistband and tug them over his thighs. His cock springs free, bobbing up and down, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum. After the sweats drop to the floor, he steps out of them. With a tight grip on his thick girth, I slide my hand over the head. A deep groan rumbles from his chest. His gaze drops to me. With his cock still in my hand, I pivot us so his knees hit the back of the chair. I release him from my grip and shove at his shoulders until he falls to the cushion. With my hands on his knees, I lower myself between his legs, but he stops me when I’m halfway.

“As much as I want your lips wrapped around me, I won’t last, and I want to be inside you.”

Slowly, I rise to my feet and glance over my shoulder. My bag with the condoms I picked up at the convenience store is on the nightstand next to the bed. Which would be a more favorable place for sex, but that’s too easy. I spin around, walk the few steps, and swipe the bag. While I make my way back to Lach, the plastic bag rustles as I blindly dig inside. My fingers wrap around the cardboard box. I pull it out and discard the bag on the floor. Sliding my finger under the flap, the glue releases, and I yank out an accordion of three foil packets. The box joins the bag on the floor. I toss the condoms at Lach, and they smack against his chest and slide down to his waist.

“Did you know these work better outside the foil?”

“Then I suggest you get to work because, in about five seconds, I’m going to mount you like a wild stallion.”

A smile curves his lips. He rips the foil pack and pulls out the condom. He rolls it over his cock and pinches the tip. The chair is small, but I manage to climb on his lap with my knees tucked outside his. Reaching behind me, I curl my fingers around thebase of his cock, lining him up with my entrance. There’s no more foreplay. I’m primed for him. As soon as the head breaches my opening, I slide down until I’m fully seated. My mouth falls open on a gasp as he stretches me wide.

“Ah fuck.” Lach groans out. His fingers dimple my waist, holding me still.

Slowly, I rock my hips, loving how he feels inside me. One of his hands skates up my ribs until he’s cupping my breast. His thumb brushes over my stiff nipple, alternating between pinching and caressing.

I moan out his name as I continue to ride his cock. My nails dig into his shoulder muscles, creating half-moon craters in his skin. My head falls back, and my lips part. His hands grip my waist, halting my movement.

“What’s wrong?” I peer at him.

“Sit up and turn around.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Bossy.”

He leans in, his teeth nipping at my tender breast. “It will be in your best interest to listen.”

I roll my eyes but do as he asks. With my back to Lach, he guides me backward.

“Reverse cowgirl me.”

I step between his spread legs. His hand moves from my waist to his cock, holding himself while I sink down. My fingers clench his muscular thighs as I take him all the way.

“You’re so tight like this.”

Just as I’m about to move, a ringing fills the room, and I freeze.

“Your phone’s ringing.”

“Yep.” He slides his hands over my rib cage. A wave of goosebumps washes over me. His lips brush across my shoulder blade before he places a kiss there.

“Are you going to answer it?”

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