My Rebound (On My Own #2) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,35
And we all knew that Sanders was a fucking asshole.
I hummed again before I traced her core with my finger. Her eyes shot open as she looked down at me, her mouth forming an O. I met her gaze, latched my mouth to her clit, and speared her with two digits. She let out a shocked gasp, and I fucked her with my mouth and my fingers. And when her whole body tightened, she came, shouting my name.
It was bliss.
I used my free hand to squeeze my dick through my pants, willing myself not to come right there.
Because she was so beautiful when she came.
Her whole body turned pink, and her nipples hardened. I wanted to make her do it again.
So, I did.
I licked, sucked, and kept my mouth on her pussy, her folds wet and swollen.
And when she came again, I stood up and stripped off my shirt.
Her eyes widened, and she sat up, wavering slightly. I knew it was the haze of her orgasm. Her gaze raked my body, and then she reached out and tentatively put her hand on my abs.
“Whoa,” she whispered.
“You say the sweetest things.”
I lifted her chin with a pinch of my fingers and leaned down to kiss her.
I knew she could taste herself on me, so I kissed her harder, fucking her mouth with mine as her hands moved to my belt.
I pulled away and waved my finger in the air.
“No, no, no. My dick isn’t going anywhere near your mouth this first time.”
“You’re no fun,” she teased.
I grinned and pulled my pants down, taking my underwear with them. My dick slapped me on the stomach. I was so hard, I was surprised I didn’t burst right there.
Her eyes widened even more, and she licked her lips.
“Should I say whoa again?”
“You really do say the sweetest things, Mackenzie mine.”
She blinked at the usage of the phrase, but I ignored it. It’d surprised me, too. I went to my nightstand, got a row of condoms, and slowly slid one onto my dick.
“Get into the center of the bed, darling. I’m not done with you.”
She scrambled to the middle of the mattress, and I moved beside her, kissing her softly and eagerly playing with her breasts.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
I rolled her onto her side, her back to me, and she let out a shocked gasp.
“Pacey.”
“Let’s try this first.”
I lifted her leg, gently probed her entrance with the tip of my dick, and then slid home.
It seemed that Sanders liked it one way, and I planned to show her every other way I could. She was so tight in this position, her pussy squeezing my dick.
She let out a shocked gasp, and I began to move, slowly fucking her from behind. We stayed in that position for a bit, my hand on her side before I slid it up to her breasts and rotated us so she was on all fours in front of me.
“You’re so fucking sweet, Mackenzie. If I’m not careful, I’m going to blow right here, and we’ve only just begun.”
“Pacey,” she breathed. I was on my knees behind her, and I spread her cheeks before I slid home again. My thumb brushed her back entrance, and she shivered. I grinned.
Maybe later, I told myself. Not tonight. Not when it felt like a first time for both of us.
I slid in and out of her, thrusting slowly, needing her touch, her moans, her taste.
And when I was there, I pulled out and twisted her to her back. She lay spread before me, her pussy wet, her breasts high and tight, and I slid into her again, this time bringing her knees up to her shoulders. She held on, and I fucked her hard, the bed shaking as both of us panted. I latched my mouth on to hers, needing her, and when she came again, squeezing my dick so tight I thought I might burst, I came, whispering her name, both of us shaking as we held each other.
And when it was over, our bliss finally receding, we lay there, my arms still around her, her body curled into mine. My dick was still hard, deep within her, and I knew that something had changed. And not just this. Something else.
She looked up at me, and I swore if she cried right then, I would break—for her, and myself.
But instead, she kissed my chest, nuzzled against me, and I held her.