Page 114 of Riding the High

She didn’t expect me, so she isn’t ready yet, but it won’t take long to get her there. I watch her spread her legs wider, without questioning my actions. That trust is like a spear to my heart. Her eyes flutter closed when my tongue finds her with one slow,languid lick. She squirms and her fingers find my hair. She pulls my face back.

“Youwon’tshut me out, Cole,” she repeats. “Everything or nothing.”

I smirk. I like bossy Ginger.

“I will tell you anything you want to know, but first, I’m going to bury my face between these thighs, Vixen, because I’m hungry as fuck,” I tell her as I suck her clit into my mouth and she gives in, either satisfied with my answer or wanting my tongue too much to argue.

Whichever one gets her pussy in my mouth faster will do.

“Can’t have you hungry I guess …” She trails off in a moan.

I glance up from between her thighs and see her eyes have fallen closed again. She’s a goner. Instantly for me.Me.

I lift her other leg and plant it firmly on my shoulder so she’s straddling my face. My fingers dig into her flesh, hard, holding her in place while I make a fucking meal of the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. I start slowly, lightly tracing over each side of her before finally reaching her center. By the time I’m there, she’s panting and writhing against my lips. She moves shamelessly against me, fisting my uniform shirt, searching for her undoing.

I don’t give it to her right away. Instead, I take my time, tasting her, sensing the tension that builds within her. I slide a hand down and crook one finger inside her, then two. She’s fucking soaked, no friction now.

She grips my hair tighter and moans softly, her body quivers and begs me for more.

“Cole … please,” she chants. “Please let me come.”

“My polite little vixen,” I murmur, looking up to see her watching me, her eyes glassy and hooded. I smirk against her pussy and offer her some pressure against her clit with my teeth. She jolts around me. “You come in here so bossy andcontrolling. Filled with fire. Do you know how incredible you are?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she agrees, and I smile into her.

“Good girl,” I whisper, flicking my tongue against her clit to reward her honesty.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, fisting my shirt tighter, pulling me closer.

I’m pretty sure she’d agree with anything I say right now if I let her come, but at least she acknowledged that she’s incredible. I’ll take that as a win.

I push back inside her and give her my tongue, taking her all in, giving her what she needs. She cries out, clamping her own hand over her mouth so no deputies hear her as they pass down the hall.

I don’t let up and curve my fingers further, offering her the pressure with my tongue she needs to fall apart. And fall apart she does; her hand twists in my hair as she gives in and pants my name, probably louder than she should but I don’t give a fuck. My door is self-locking and something about anyone knowing she’s mine gets me off. After years of pretending I didn’t want her with every fiber of my being, the idea of not giving a fuck isveryenticing.

“Not fair,” she whispers as her legs shake. “How am I supposed to be quiet through that?”

When she turns boneless, I stand, hiking her even closer with one arm and unbuckling my pants just enough to free my rock-solid cock with the other.

I sheath myself in the only pussy I’ll ever want as her legs wrap around me.

“Christ Ginger … you look like a dream on my office desk with my cock buried in your tight little cunt,” I groan. My core tightens as I buck my hips, driving into her again.

It’s so effortless. She’s so wet, so fuckingtight.

“Fuck, Cole,” she whines. Her eyes open; her pupils are dilated and they shine at me as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. She’s ready to come again, and her eyes start to roll back.

“Uh-uh, I want those eyes,” I tell her. My hand palms her throat and gives it a squeeze, pulling her back to me.

Ginger’s eyes meet mine. There’s fire in them.

“Harder, Cole. More,” she whimpers.

Her gaze burns into my soul and I lose it. I’m uncontrollable.

The deep and unrelenting sound of our skin slapping together fills the room. There’s nothing soft or sweet about this but it’s what we both need. Those loving, soft moments come when her eyes meet mine across a full room. They come with the feel of her skin in the night when I turn over to touch her, or the brush of her feet against mine as we lounge on the couch. They come in the years of just being there for each other.

But this? This is cathartic and raw. It’s perfectly us.

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