Page 31 of Rich Girl
He rocks his hips against mine, and my eyes roll to the back of my head with no chance of coming back to normal position.
“You squeeze me so tight,” he now whispers in my ear.
God, the sound of my voice makes me want to forget I was ever in a position to have sex with anyone else before him. I have this inexplicable need to say he was my first in every way.
Without warning, he moves a little faster. He drops his face into my shoulder, resting it where it meets my neck.
“Just like that, baby,” he whispers every time I tighten my muscles around him.
My arms and legs hold on tighter when I feel him wanting to roll to the side. Suddenly, I am on top of him while my legs are under him in the most uncomfortable way.
I forget all about that when Ray sits up, bringing me with him. The muscles in his stomach flex, showcasing the definition he’s got going on there.
He taps one leg and then the other. “Let go.”
Unsure of what he wants us to do and also panicked because I don’t want to stop doing it, I unwrap my legs from around him, loosening them on each side of him.
He then puts his hands on my waist, lifting me off him just a tad. “Come on your knees.”
As soon as I follow his directive, he drops me back onto his cock, causing both of us to moan out in pleasure. He maneuvers us around until his back is against the headboard, with his head leaning against it, hands on my hips.
“Ride me, baby.”
My internal muscles tighten around him until I feel like I am out of breath from the effort. Then, with slow moves, I lift and lower myself onto him, going faster and faster with each time. The friction this creates pushes us more, with Ray helping me by lifting me up, then letting go.
He wraps a hand around my hair and pulls my head back until he has me where he needs me. Bending his head lower, he reaches my breasts and gives them all the attention I crave for them.
I am out of breath a lot sooner than I was expecting. My mind is a muddled mess, and all I have on repeat is that this cannot be the only time I enjoy this man in the most carnal way there is.
The more he gives me, the more I want from him. Every touch of his hands causes a volcano of emotions inside of me.
When he loosens the hold on my hair, I bring my eyes to him. I don’t have time to read anything in them because he takes my mouth into a savage kiss. The orgasm hits me with no warning just as his tongue enters my mouth. He has me plastered to his chest now while his hips are pushing into me with chaotic force. I know the exact moment when he lets go, causing tears to burst unexpectedly from my eyes.
He never stops kissing me even after the rest of our bodies stopped moving. I am desperate for him not to end this yet. I want him in ways I never felt before.
My reaction confirms that my superficial infatuation I had with his picture has turned into so much more as soon as we walked together into this room.
I don’t regret a single moment.
TEN
A weird buzzingnoise wakes me up from the deepest sleep. I try to open my eyes, but I feel slightly disconnected. The bed I’m in is not my own, I know that much. And there’s a comfortable weight on my shoulder despite my left arm feeling completely numb.
The noise stops, but then it starts again. I realize that it must be my cell phone, so I make more of an effort to wake up. Something tickles my nose, and when I try to push it away, I notice that it’s connected to a head.
Hayden Benedict.
The memories from during the night flood my brain in an instant. They also make me hard. It’s normal for me to wake up with a hard-on, but what I have going on right now is so intense, it makes my eyes cross.
Hayden is a cuddler. She was all over me all night long, which was also the main reason why every time I woke up, I wanted to fuck her. We were an incredibly well-oiled machine together, neither one of us able to get enough from our encounters, always wanting more.
“I think that’s a phone,” she now mumbles from where’s she’s resting on me. She lifts her head to look around, makingme laugh at how cute she looks. Knowing what I learned about her in the endless hours we spent together, I’d say that she’d be horrified if she saw how messy her hair is, or the smudged makeup under her eyes.
To me, she is the most beautiful like this. Too bad our time together has to come to an end.
She sits up, and the sheet falls to her waist. I realize that she is wearing the buttoned-down shirt I had on last night. I don’t remember her putting it on. I get out of bed, unbothered by my nakedness, and look around for where my phone could be.
“Do you remember where I dropped my jeans last night?” I ask her as I scratch my head. I’m sure my hair is sticking out in all directions. Hopefully she is into bed hair.
