Page 73 of Riding the High

“Uh-huh …” she manages as her chest rises and falls with desire. She takes her plush bottom lip between her teeth, as though it pains her not to claim that last few inches between her face and my cock.

“Well, the way I see it, if you get to watch then so do I,” I sayas I drag my thumb across the corner of her mouth, desperate for my cock to meet it. But I can wait. I’m a very patient man.

“Where do you want me?” she asks in a way that drives me crazy.

“Closer,” I order, patting the edge of the bed.

Ginger doesn’t waste one second. It’s something I love about her—once she commits to something, she gives it her all.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” I tell her, brushing the hair off her shoulder as she moves into position.

She’s laid out along the edge of the bed, so close, her pussy within reach and mine to play with.

Tipping her chin up toward me, I slide my first two fingers into her mouth. She takes them deep and whimpers, not taking her eyes off me. It’s a preview for me as she slides her tongue over them. When I feel her spit coat them well enough, I pull them out and slide them just below the tiniest triangle of perfectly trimmed hair, the rest of her smooth and bare. It’s like she’s looking to win a goddamn award for the world’s prettiest pussy.

She shivers when she feels my fingers against her. I grin; she’s already wet as fuck. I give her needy clit some attention and she instinctively reaches down to take over. Her movements are hurried as though she’s as desperate as I am.

I bend down and kiss her sweet lips, never stopping the tug on my cock.

“Slowly,” I order. “I want to take my time watching you fuck that pussy.”

She does what I say and slows her movements just enough, sliding her middle finger over her clit, then through her already dripping slit to find a rhythm that pleases her.

But it’s me that can’t help myself. I reach down and add pressure to her fingers with my own, forcing both of us into her tight heat.

“Control freak,” she moans as she slides another finger inwith mine. Her taunting tone is too much and I growl as I speed my pace up on both her soaking cunt and my cock.

“It’s okay … I know, baby,” she purrs. “Sooner or later, watching just isn’t enough.”

“Fuck,” I bite out as her tongue skims the entire underside of my shaft. My eyes roll back and I suck in a breath with the contact.

Ginger slides herself even closer, leaving no space between us, before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. She looks right at me, waiting expectantly.

“Ready to help when you need it,” she says, her voice a husky whisper.

“Fuck,” I breathe out. I use my thumb to hold her bottom lip open, dropping my aching cock on her tongue. “Then be a good wife and suck.”

She moans like those words do the same thing to her they do to me. Her lips close around me and take in my length. My head falls back for a second while I get used to her hot mouth.

She hums in pleasure and it almost takes me out at the knees.

I reach down and take over for her at her pussy, swiping her hand out of the way so she can focus on her own task. She rises to the challenge eagerly, wrapping her fingers around me and running her tongue down the length of my shaft. Her tongue swipes against the head of my cock before she takes me deep in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks out around me until I hit the back of her throat. She gags as drool escapes her lips but she doesn’t stop.

I stuff two fingers into her tight soaking pussy as a reward and she closes her thighs around them. I push them back open.

“I want to see this pretty pussy clenching my fingers when you fall apart, Ginger. Legs open,” I order as I curve my fingers against the place she loves. She’s going to make a mess like this and I’m so fucking ready for it. I think of all the times I’ve wishedI was here. I think of every single time I watched her ass walk away as she gave me that sexy smirk over her shoulder. She whimpers around my cock, coming undone as my balls tighten and my release licks up my spine like wildfire.

“Good wives swallow every last drop. Understand?” I say, my voice like gravel.

She looks up at me through her lashes. Her legs shake and I push my fingers into her one last time, dragging my thumb over her swollen, needy clit. She lets out a long cry as she comes, everywhere.

I let myself go when she does and spill down her throat.

“Fuck…” I growl, holding her head in place by her hair as I unleash, my cock pulsing in her throat as she gags. Her legs shake and her thighs are covered in her own arousal as she comes down from her orgasm with me. I fucking love it.

When I’m sure she’s taken every drop from me, I slide my cock from her mouth and bring my soaked fingers to her lips. Swiping them over her pillow-soft mouth, I capture her lips in mine, tasting us both. She’s a mess as she rolls back to the center of the bed; her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. What a fucking way to start the day.

“You’re going to be late for work,” she says, nuzzling into the crook of my arm.

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