Page 107 of Scatter the Bones

I try taking more of him this time and his loud groans fill the room.

A gold, foil square nudges my hand. “Put this on me. I want to see your tits bounce while you ride my cock. Now.”

I moan around him and keep teasing my tongue against the underside of his cock while I rip into the foil.

Once he’s sheathed, I wiggle out of my shorts but when I try to take my tank top off the rest of the way, he stops me.

“Leave it like that and come here.” He helps me straddle his body and pulls me flat against him. “That’s it. Kiss me for a minute.”

Our lips meet and tongues slide together. I don’t even care about morning breath or anything else. I’m focused on the humming sounds coming from his throat every time our tongues touch and the delicious friction from his cock grazing and sliding against me.

He reaches between us, holding himself steady. I have to sit up, find the right position. He pushes against me. I close my eyes and moan as he slowly fills me.

“Nice and slow,” he warns.

Feeling greedy, I ease the rest of the way down, sighing at the delicious stretching sensation.

“That’s so good,” I whisper.

“Show me how much you like my cock filling your pussy first thing in the morning.”

I wiggle my hips, lift my hips, then ease down again. “A lot. I like it a lot,” I whisper.

“Lean back,” he urges.

I arch and rest my hands on his thighs.

“Yeah,” he whispers and cups my breasts. “That’s what I wanted to see. God, you’re fucking beautiful.” He settles his hands at my waist. “Move your hips.”

“So bossy this morning.”

He chuckles, low and devious. “Only this morning?” His thumb presses against my clit, moving in slow circles.

“Ah.” My breath catches. “I like it. Your demanding side,” I whisper in between choppy breaths.

I roll my hips, seeking the deep throbbing sensation that will send me over the edge. I’m like an addict chasing a high. Except, every time with him seems better than the last. A revelation. Under his intense stare and full of his worshipful words, I feel so good. Soright.

Sweat mists my skin by the time the familiar tingle rushes through me again. My eyes roll back, and he urges me to move faster. This orgasm builds quickly and hits hard.

“That’s my girl,” he encourages. “You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good. Come for me.” His hands cup my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples.

Breathless, I slow my movements.

And then my world flips. He pushes me to the mattress and sits back on his knees, hooking his arms under my thighs.

“Yes,” he growls. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He thrusts into me at a relentless pace. I squirm and try to adjust, the new angle feeling…interesting.

He lowers my legs and slows his movements. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.” My face pinches into a frown as I try to find the right word to describe it. “It’s intense. But good.”

“Intense. Hmmm.” He brings his thumb to my clit, slowly rubbing. “Good intense? Not great?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “That’s good. Right there.”

He lets out a feral grunt and maintains the exact rhythm and pace.

“Do you have any toys?” he asks, glancing at my dresser, his thumb still working circles around my clit.

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