Page 38 of Riot Reunion
Elodie tucks her knees into her chin, smooth, pale calves extended upward as she slides the scrap of lace down her thighs and all the way off.
“Over. On your stomach,” I order.
My good girl does as she’s told. My fingers gouge at her ass cheeks, digging into her flesh. My god, her ass is sheer perfection. I trace my tongue along the line where cheek turns to thigh, growling at the back of my throat, obsessed with the feel of her.
“Hike your hips up for me. Yes, like that. That’s right.”
She arches her back, lifting her ass in the air, her thighs pressed together, and my blood sings in my ears. Never have I seen anything as sexy as this: Elodie’s perfect, tight, wet little cunt, bare and exposed, presented up to me for inspection. My hands shake as I reach out and part her folds, a hiss escaping through my gritted teeth. “Fuck.” The word scorches the back of my throat. “Your pretty little holes. I can see how much you want me. You’re pulsing for me, aren’t you, baby? I can fucking see how badly you need my cock.”
“Yes! Yes, I—I fuckingneedyou!”
Right on cue, she clenches.
“Jesus wept. I’m gonna glaze this pretty little cunt of yours, Elodie Stillwater. I’m gonna pump my come all over your asshole, and I’m gonna watch your pussy throbbing for me while I do. Do you hear me?”
“Oh my God. Please.Please!” She sounds delirious. “Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me. I need you.”
I’m all for teasing the hell out of her, but who am I to deny her, when she begs for release so sweetly? Her pleas are music to my ears. Carefully, I dip my index finger into her pussy, sliding it in to the first knuckle, wetting it. She gasps, and the growl that slips up and out of my throat sounds menacing even tomyears. Quickly, I dip my finger back, rubbing and circling her asshole, making sure she’s wet there, too.
Elodie goes still, holding her breath, which only emphasizes how badly she’s trembling. I palm my dick, rubbing her slickness over the head of my cock, too, a rhythmic war drum pounding in my ears. When I thrust myself into her, the room sways, the lights flaring, everything blurring for a second.
“You aresofucking tight.” Curving my body over her, I reach around and take her by the throat, pulling her back with me so that she’s on her knees. From here, I can bite her neck. I can control how much air she gets. I can whisper exactly what I plan on doing to her in her ear. And I can reach around…and I can part her pussy lips with my fingers…and I can rub her clit as I drive myself up into her again….
“FUCK! Wren! Oh…my…GOD!” She gasps out a strangled word on each thrust.
Her tits bounce as I slam myself into her from behind. “You’re lucky I don’t have any rope,” I snarl into her ear. “I’d have you trussed up with your hands bound to your ankles and your pussy on display already. I’d sit between your legs and sample this sweet fucking cunt for hours. You’d be trembling...”
I drive myself home, working her clit.
“Begging…”
I apply more pressure, closing off her throat a little.
“Pleading…”
Elodie clings to my forearm, holding on for dear life, but she doesn’t try and pull my hand away. She lets go, leaning her weight on me, her back to my chest, letting me hold her as I spear her on the end of my cock.
Again.
Again.
Again.
She comes, twitching in my arms, her body falling slack, and I hold her, rolling my hips forward, driving myself inside her as she screams and shakes. I’m right behind her; I fully intend on watching my come roll over her ass and down her inner thighs, but when the moment arrives, I can’t bring myself to pull out. She feels too fucking good, and it just seems right. My balls tighten, heavy as hell, my cock pulsing inside her as I empty, a lightning storm of pleasure taking out my senses…
Holy…what…the...fuck?
Coming with E is like nothing else.
Some men are addicted to coke. Others heroin. For others, it’s drink. Plenty of people are addicted to sex, but this is different. Sex with this girl is the stars shifting into alignment. It’s the perfect song, and the perfect summer’s day, and the best steak you’ve ever eaten, and Christmas morning when you were a kid, and everything good and everything amazing all compiled into this one blindingly wonderful moment that evenIam at a loss to describe.
It’s the very best of everything, and when it’s over, I find that I have the most beautiful girl in the world cradled in my arms.
There’s no fucking beating it.
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