A Guy Walks Into My Bar - Lauren Blakely Page 0,52
ass.
My head falls back as the unholy pleasure begins. “Yes, fucking yes,” I groan while my body seeks him out, takes him in the slightest bit, lets him breach me.
The second he does, wild want overwhelms me.
And, in one swift move, I drop down on his dick.
The world turns into a scorching blur.
“Oh fuck,” Fitz grunts as his hands grab my ass hard, holding me in place, just holding on, so he can push even deeper into me.
“God, that’s good. That’s so fucking good,” I say, adjusting to the delicious burn that comes first, then the way he fills me.
My hands press against his chiseled chest. Everything about him is hard, rough, and muscled, and I fucking love it.
My cock juts between us, and when he slips a hand down, grabbing me, I shake my head. “Don’t. I’ll come too soon,” I warn.
“Can’t have that.”
Fitz grips my ass again, as I lift up, swiveling my hips, then pushing back down. Every inch of my body is sizzling, sparking. Lust jolts through my cells as I show Fitz how I like it, how I intend to ride him to our next release.
His eyes lock with mine for a hot second. In that flash, I see so much need, so much urgency in his irises. That look makes me want to give it to him harder, hotter, deeper.
I let him know with my body, with how I move, with the grinding and the pressing as I ride his cock.
He licks his lips, breathes out hard, and stares down at us, at where we connect. “Fuck, Dean. I’m dying here. You are so fucking hot like this.”
His words fuel me, drive me to roll my hips expertly, to take him in deeper, then slide up, so he’s barely in me.
He squeezes his eyes shut, and a groan seems to rip from his throat. When he opens them, he grips me harder. “I want to watch us. Want to watch my dick slide in and out of your ass.”
I glance at the mirror on the wall. “I believe that can be arranged.”
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Fitz
I am combusting.
I am a brush fire that shows no signs of letting up.
The flames lick my skin, and I fan them.
“Shift around. So I can watch in the mirror,” I tell my sexy Brit.
We move from the foot of the bed to the side, his gorgeous body on me, my cock nestled in its favorite place.
Inside this man.
When we find the perfect position, his arms rope around my neck, and he whispers in my ear, “Now watch, Fitz. Watch as I fuck your cock.”
I shudder, grabbing his back, watching over his shoulder, imprinting onto my brain the most erotic sight I’ve ever witnessed.
Dean Collins, riding me, giving me the view I want, taking his time.
“Oh, hell yes,” I grunt as I catch sight of him rising, my cock almost sliding out of his fantastic ass. Then, in slow motion, he lowers himself, and I can barely breathe as I watch his ass draw me in. “Nothing,” I pant out, trying to form the words. “Nothing is sexier than that.”
“Then, you better not look away.”
“I can’t look away.”
Forget the brush fire. The entire forest is burning down from the Dean show and tell, from the way he grinds and dips, from how he rises and lowers, from the tantalizing way he takes my dick inside him.
And how he shows me, making sure I can watch us in the mirror.
What I see floors me.
My hands are all over Dean, sliding up and down his muscled back, gripping his perfect, delicious ass.
“You’re killing me when you do that. Just fucking killing me,” I rasp out.
“Don’t die before you come, Fitz,” he taunts, and how he can tease me when I am hovering on the edge of the cliff is a mystery to me, but I don’t need to solve it, don’t want to solve it.
I just want to gaze at the two of us fucking, at his body taking me over and over. “Dean, babe. We’re so fucking hot together. I can barely handle it.”
I smash my lips to his, needing to kiss him, needing to feel his mouth on mine. He kisses me back hard, fierce, all teeth and lips and fire.
When we break apart, I’m even drunker on him than I was before. I’m high, so damn high as I jerk my gaze back to the mirror. “I want to watch this filthy fucking view all night, of you riding my dick.”