Page 66 of Loved Out Loud
He catches the movement and gives me a dark smirk. “Is that pussy already soaked for me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He taps his tip at my lips again. “Open wide, dirty girl.”
He tilts my head back at the perfect angle for him and thrusts all the way back, lips parting when I gag around him. He pulls back and then thrusts deep again, over and over until he finds his perfect rhythm. I grip his thighs, absolutely obsessed with the way his muscles bunch and flex as he fucks my mouth like he owns it.
I feel his cock surge just before his cum coats the back of my throat. He gasps as I swallow around his length, tears running down my cheeks from the pressure of his crown buried so deep in my mouth.
“Such a perfect, dirty, fucking girl.” Even around his guttural words, he uses his free hand to gently wipe my tears. He pulls his cock from my lips, running his thumb over the swollen, abused flesh there. “You might be my perfect match, Hazel Archer.”
I don’t know how to reply to those hushed words and tender caresses, so I pull my shirt over my head first. My bra goes next. All while I stay kneeling on the floor at his feet. His cock is already lengthening again as he looks down at me. I can’t help but think about how I want him bare inside me. More than I’veever wanted anything, I want to know what he feels like inside my wet cunt.
He reaches down and pulls me to my feet. His lips crash over mine like he needs my kiss more than air. Maybe he does because the way his tongue laps inside my mouth as if trying to capture a taste of our earlier moment is so foreign to me. Any time I’ve given Greg head, I’ve been sent to brush my teeth before anything else could happen. Which is obviously a mood killer.
I immediately admonish myself for letting him into my mind while Stone drops to his knees before me now. He peels my leggings down my hips, taking my panties with them. I step out of them one foot at a time while he keeps a hand on my hip to help me balance.
He tosses the pants to the side of the room and pushes my body back onto the mattress leaving my legs hanging off. With one hand he runs his palm along my thigh and spreads me open. That same palm runs up over my belly to the peak of my breast. He plucks the nipple just as his lips close over my clit.
My back arches off the bed as he runs his tongue in tight circles over the bundle of nerves throbbing with need for more. His fingers slide into my pussy which makes a greedy, hotly vulgar noise as my body welcomes him home. I look down at him and find his eyes on me. Watching him watch me as he plays my body like an instrument he’s already perfected is a level of sexy I didn’t even know existed.
I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s gorgeous. He’s perfect.
I bow off the mattress when he sucks my clit between his lips. His fingers curl upward zeroing in on my g-spot. I moan his name as his tongue and fingers find the most perfect rhythm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.
He groans against me as I wrap my thighs around his head. I don’t even consider whether or not he can breathe as my orgasmbuilds with searing, wet intensity at the place he’s pressed against me. I shatter right as he switches from licking to back to sucking.
My entire body shakes and quivers as I come. Each aftershock rolls through me like waves crashing onto the shore. When I glance down, I see him looking up at me, my wetness glistening on his lips. Actually, all over his face. I should probably be embarrassed, but I’m not. If anything I just want more.
He stands and crawls up over my body. Our lips meet, my taste layered over his. We’re a mess, a sexy, dirty clash of flesh as we lose ourselves to the kiss.
He rises and slips off the bed, pulling a condom out of his wallet. In the sexiest move ever he rips the package open with his teeth and sheaths the latex over his cock. I’m confused when he lays down beside me instead of over me.
“Climb on, dirty girl. I want you to ride me.”
I look nervously at the open curtains and the sunlight just starting to fade away. “With the windows open?”
“No one can see you.”
“You can.”
“Exactly.” He sits up, resting his weight on one elbow as he tucks a lock of my hair that’s come loose behind my ear. “You’re the most gorgeous, sexy woman I’ve ever been with. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the moment I saw you from across the studio. You are a fucking goddess. Let me worship you.”
The sincerity in his expression is what does me in. He means it. Every. Single. Word. That makes me feel beautiful. Powerful. His lips part, tongue running along the lower one as he watches me straddle his hips.
He drags his tip up and down my slit several times, teasing us both until I’m perfectly centered over him. As I feel him notchagainst my entrance, I begin to sink down his length. He watches as I sink down slowly, inch by inch.
“Fuuuccckkk,” he groans. His hands cup my lower belly, the rounded, soft pooch that I’m most insecure about when I’m in this position. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Absolutely fucking perfect.” His cock jerks inside me as his eyes wander over my body, emphasizing that he means what he says.
I begin to rock my hips. Slow, long movements that feel fucking luxurious. My clit grinds against his pelvis with each rock forward. His abs tense, causing veins to pop along the ridges and valleys of muscle.
With each movement pleasure builds in my core. I begin to move faster, my breasts bouncing until he reaches up and cups them both. My head falls back as he pinches and plucks at my nipples. The little zaps of pain mix with the pleasure, and an orgasm rocks through me.
My movements are frantic and then slow as the pleasure fades away. Before I even realize what’s happening, Stone has us flipped. He pulls out of me and rolls me onto all fours.
Anticipation shoots through me as he positions us just right again. He murmurs that he’s going to go hard this time. I nod in assent. I just wish he wasn’t wearing a condom. We’ll have to have that talk at some point.
All thoughts are erased from my brain as he thrusts inside me. The sound of his skin slapping mine fills the room. My pussy clenches around him as he keeps fucking me. I want to wring his pleasure out the way he has mine. His fingers dig into my hips as he holds me still and fucks into me relentlessly.
