Page 49 of Grease Monkey
“Yes, Teddy,” she says, her chin jutting out as she holds eye contact. “I want you to fuck me.”
Yup, that will do it.
Dropping to my knees, I take her panties with me, hooking my fingers around the lace and tugging them to the floor. She steps out of them, and I toss them somewhere behind me as my hands come to each round globe of her ass and bring her to my face. Her hands grip my hair hard at the first swipe of my tongue up her pussy, and I groan, lapping up her taste, relishing in how her body responds to me. Fucking soaking every damn time.
“Fuck, this is the best thing I’ve tasted all night,” I moan, circling her clit before diving back inside. I could do this all day, every day. Just eat her out, listen to her whimper and moan, and whisper my name.
“No, Teddy, stop,” she breathes, pulling my hair to get my attention. I swear I could get lost in her pussy, and I’d never want to be found. She taps my shoulder, wriggling her butt out of my hold. “I want you inside me, please. I won’t last much longer.”
I stand and pull her in for a kiss. She moans, clinging to me harder as she tastes herself on my lips. She’s a fucking slut for it, loves to lap at my mouth just as I love to lap at her pussy. Her hands are shaking again as she goes for the buttons on my shirt, clumsily missing some in her haste to rid me of it. I halt her hands with mine and pull back to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are blown to massive proportions with a mixture of arousal and fear.
I touch my lips gently to hers and whisper, “Don’t be nervous, baby. I’ve got you.”
Bending, I lift her and guide her legs around my waist and walk her to the king-size bed. When I say I went all out for my girl’s birthday, I went all-fucking-out and booked the best room in the whole hotel. Gently, I lay her down and gesture for her to scoot up to the headboard. She complies, scrambling to reach the top as her breathing comes in ragged pants. Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra and lets it fall down her arms and onto the floor.
My fingers are still on my pants button as I take in the sight of my girl buck-naked and waiting for me. She bites her lip, and I’m like Pavlov’s dog salivating at the sight of her white teeth digging into the plump flesh of her mouth. I tug at the button, then tear off the ones Ana hadn’t undone on my shirt, the white cotton fluttering to the carpet as I kick off my shoes and socks. Her eyes roam across my bare chest, and she starts to rub her thighs together to release some tension. I raise a brow, and she stops.
All in good time, birthday girl.
Taking my wallet from my back pocket, I throw it onto the bed and push my pants and boxers down my legs, my erection pointing upward in salute to the insanely beautiful girl fucking gagging for me. Slowly, I creep onto the bed, my knees on either side of her legs, my stomach muscles flexing as I crawl above her. My skin ignites everywhere that I brush against her. Soft legs like silk against my thighs as I move one knee between them and push them open. She gasps as I slide my thigh higher, grinding it on her wet pussy, and she arches her back, her hips rotating against me as her eyes slam shut. With one hand, I grip her hip, pushing her back into the mattress and pinning her there. With my other hand, I reach behind and swat the bed for my wallet.
Her eyes are glued to my hands as I pull out a silver pack and tear it open, rolling the condom down my cock. Looking up at me, our eyes connect, and her legs fall open to let me in. I lean down on one arm, positioning my dick at her entrance, feeling her wetness over my tip.
“This might hurt a little, but I promise it will get better.”
She nods, her eyes dropping to where we’re about to join, and I edge forward. Her arms fly to my shoulders, and she digs her nails in as the crown disappears inside her. She takes a sharp breath and slams her eyes shut.
“Baby, look at me,” I grit out, trying my fucking hardest to go slow as I stretch her open inch by inch until she gradually accepts all of me. “Relax, Ana. Good girl, that’s it.”
When I bottom out, my eyes roll. She’s so tight and warm, and her pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go. I swear this is how I will die, just cut off the blood circulation to my dick. But what a fucking way to go. Buried deep inside Ana. I swivel my hips, and she shudders around me. I can feel every spasm, every ripple around my cock, and she’s worried she wouldn’t last long?
“Oh God,” she moans, her head digging into the pillow as I pull out a little and gently push back in.
“This okay?”
“Mmhmm.” She sucks her lips between her teeth, a slight frown tugging at her brows. “Teddy, this feels…”
“Good?” I joke, but the question still holds a note of seriousness. If she’s not okay, I’ll stop.
Her eyes open, and every speck of blue is gone. She smiles and brushes her fingers through my hair. “Amazing. Please… don’t hold back.”
I begin thrusting gently at first, and then I can’t stop myself from picking up speed. She’s buried her head in my neck, her nails digging into my back, and I can feel the shuddering of her body under mine. She feels so good—too good—writhing and panting, but then she stills, inhaling deeply, her breath shaky, and there’s a warm wetness on my shoulder.
I freeze.
“Baby?” Worry creases my brows. Did I hurt her? Did she not enjoy it? “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Ana’s shuddering breath ghosts my skin as she gulps in air.
“Icametoofast,” she says into my skin, the words muffled and incoherent as she speaks. I move away from her to see her face. Her cheeks are flushed and wet, tears clinging to her lashes.
“What was that?”
She slams her hands over her face and groans.
“I came too fast,” she repeats, and this time, I made out every single word.
“You came?” I ask, pulling her hands from her face to see her cheeks colored in splotchy pink. She nods, her eyes dropping away from mine. “As in, you had an orgasm?” I question again, needing to be one hundred percent clear with what she was telling me.
