Page 71 of Riding the High

I’m lost in the feel of Ginger’s tight wet pussy begging for me to make her mine. We’re both slick with sweat already and, as I ease myself into her almost all the way, I instantly realize that all that control I thought I had was never really mine to begin with. I am the weakest and strongest form of myself in this one moment, inside her.

“Holy fuckingChrist, Ginger,” I grunt as her pussy clenches around me. I give her a second to acclimate as she eagerly meets my depth, her body adjusting to my size like it was made to take me. I slide up her slowly and look to where her drenched pussy welcomes me.

“Feels good, like I promised?” she asks in that throaty voice.

“Fucking Christ, Ginger,” I repeat as she rises up and slides back down, her legs shaking.

“You said that already.” She breathes out as I look into her eyes. Even quivering around my cock she’s full of sass. But I don’t have the strength to fight it right now. Instead, I let her own the moment—own me.

“Mmmm,” I praise her as my hands squeeze her hips so tight, I’m sure my knuckles are white. “That’s it, open up for me.You’re doing so fucking well, Ginger,” I whisper as she rolls her hips. It’s a fucking sight to behold. She moans as she holds her hair off her back and I grasp her plump ass, wanting to leave my mark on every part of her, inside and out.

“So fucking pretty struggling to take all of me,” I mutter. Watching her work to take every inch of me like this is a high I’ve never felt before.

“Too big …” she croaks out.

I shake my head. “Not a chance. This pussy was made to swallow my cock … just breathe,” I tell her.

She listens and takes a deep breath, before shuddering as I push the last inch of myself into her. My cock pulses inside her as she starts to rock against me, her hips moving but never rising up. It’s almost enough to make me come on the spot.

She continues as I watch her, eyeing where we connect while I graze my thumb over her clit, sliding her arousal up over it. Her head lolls back and her eyes flutter closed.

That just won’t do. “Eyes here, baby. I’ve waited years to give in to this. I wantallyour attention now.”

She cries out when I let go and start to move with her, setting my pace. I lift her hips slightly then bring them back down again and again as she does what I command and opens those beautiful eyes, focusing them on mine. They’re hooded and glazy andfuck—

I pinch her clit and her walls pulse around me.Fucking hell.I can’t take this little game of hers one more second. Flipping her onto her back, a whole new realm of sensation takes over as I thrust into her from this angle, dragging myself almost all the way out. The sight of me forcing my way into her makes my eyes want to roll back in my head. I’m so ready to fucking unload in her.

I push back into her slowly, and the feeling sends a ripple effect through my body, a type of carnal need to claim her. My eyes move between the beautiful lust-filled expression on herface and the space where her cunt swallows every inch of me as I lose myself deep inside her.

“Look at you.” I push her hair from her sweaty forehead. “Stuffed full of my cock, so ready for me to fill you up.”

She lets out a throaty moan at my words before her nails reach my skin and slide down my back. It’s all-consuming pain and pleasure. It’s euphoria.

I push back into her, bottoming out, not allowing any space between us.

“Yesss.” She draws the word out and the sound causes my cock to grow inside her even more, as I wrap my hand around her throat. She hisses in response, gives me a sassy look and says, “Harder.” I’m instantly lost in her. Lost in this moment. Savoring every single second like it’s my last. We swallow each other’s groans as I kiss her. My mouth finds her neck, her shoulders, her arms, biting her silky skin, devouring her like she’s my last meal. Our bodies slap together and I make a guttural sound against her skin in the silence of my bedroom.

“Cole, I can’t take this. You feel …”

“The best.” I answer for her.

I circle my hips to taunt her, willing myself to last one second longer. I grip her thigh so tight I know she’ll be bruised. But Ginger doesn’t seem to mind as she looks right into my eyes and cries out, “Come Cole … come inside me.”

That’s it. I’m fucking done for. My name on her lips as her orgasm rips through her is too much.

Fire dances up my spine as I slam back in once, twice, then spill into her, coming so hard I almost pass out.

“Again,” I grunt as I keep coming.

She immediately knows what I want. “Cole,” she chants, “Cole …”

I pull her bottom lip into my mouth, turning my bite into a deep kiss as I begin to slow my pace, allowing myself to breathe.

“The sound of my name on your lips as you come,” I whisper, “is like a drug.”

We still as we come down from our high together. I continue to pepper her mouth with kisses and linger inside her, not wanting to leave her. Maybe never wanting to leave her.

“Cole?” she asks, pulling me out of my haze.

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