Page 83 of Where the Blacktop Ends

She relaxes into my hold and begins to ride me, bouncing up and down so prettily on my cock, her tits jiggling as I fuck up into her, rubbing her clit and gently pumping into her tight ass.

I swipe one of my free fingers over the wetness that’s dripped onto my thighs from her pussy and bring it to my mouth. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

“Let me taste,” she asks as I swipe again, this time placing it on her tongue for her to savor. She closes her lips, sucking them clean then reopens her eyes with a sigh.

"There are parts of me that want to ruin you," I admit, my voice raw. Because if I ruin her, if I make her need me the way I need her, maybe she’ll never walk away. Maybe she’ll finally understand what she means to me.

She shakes her head, continuing her bouncing on my cock eagerly and alternating with hip gyrations, getting traction against the hairs on my pelvis.

“So, ruin me then, Troy.”

“Hm...” I hum, “I intend on it, but first, I’m going to make you come.”

I retrieve my finger from her back, grip her hips firmly and take over, lifting her up and down on my cock as I pound into her repeatedly. I impale her with my cock as she screams, my cock like a piston inside of her, finally unleashing a load of, ropey come while her pussy spams and squeezes all around me.

She collapses onto my chest, her heart beating furiously against mine. I give her a few minutes and then lift her off just enough to tuck my cock back inside of my jeans and close them before opening the cab door and carrying her across the rain soaked grass back inside of my home.

When we’re safely inside of my bedroom again, I lay her on the bed, pushing her thighs as wide apart as they can go and then notch the tip of my cock back at her opening before I sink inside slowly this time.

Her eyes flutter shut as she reaches for my hips, trying to increase my speed.

“No. Hands above your head. I’m going to enjoy taking you slowly this time. Want to fill you up with my cum until your pussy is swollen, dripping with me the rest of this weekend.”

“Oh, fuck,” she groans, “This is even better than I imagined it would be.”

“Keep quiet, I don’t want to wake up Liam or Regan.”

She bites down on her lip to stifle her moans, but I can see it’s going to be difficult for her, so I pause, reach down and retrieve her underwear before stuffing them into her mouth.

“Bite down on that when you want to scream.”

She nods and moans again before I sink back into her with deliberate slowness. I pull out, admiring the way that her lips spread before I push back into her entirely, planting myself to the root.

It’s a painful pace that I set, one that's driving both of us wild. I want to drill into her again, fuck her into my bed until she’s screaming through the lace, but I know the build-up is better than the finish and I love that I get to have her like this. So smooth, bare, and warm. Wrapped around me so tightly. Like my own pussy made just for me.Shewas made for me.

“I need to come,” she mumbles.

I hook my hands underneath her, flip her on to her stomach and then hoist her hips up until she’s suspended in the air before I thrust back inside of her. This time, I take her clit between my fingers and pinch, rolling it between my thumb and pointer until I can feel it harden and swell before I pet it gently.

“Yes, yes, Troy. Just like that.”

“Come for me.”

“Yes, daddy,” she calls out.

Her tight cunt spasms and squeezes as she releases, pulling my own orgasm from deep within me like a connected thread as I plant myself firmly and release.

When she’s hanging limply in my arms I slowly pull out, watching as the mixture of our fluids drip down her thighs. I lay her down on her stomach then lick a straight line up her leg and across her opening, over her asshole and end with a kiss at the base of her spine, right where two dimples rest.

She shivers and I plunge two fingers inside of her stuffing any remaining cum that’s escaped back into her cunt.

Where it belongs.

“Shit...” she hisses.

“Was it too much?” I ask, as I grab her lithe body and roll it on top of mine to hold her. She’s warm, sweaty, and smells like sex and me. It’s an intoxicating mixture. I bring my fingers up to my nose and sniff, enjoying everything about her sweet balm. Max’s mother is the only other woman that I’ve ever slept with without protection.

“Yes,” she moans, “I want more of you. I want all of you. A weighted blanket isn’t enough. I need you to lay on top of me and crush me.”

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