Meant To Be (The Callahans #4) - Monica Murphy Page 0,52

think my girl is the same way. She’s currently watching me like a starving woman and my dick is a giant pepperoni pizza.

Rejoining her on the bed, I’m about to climb on top of her when she rests her hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Can I be on top?”

Like I’m going to tell her no. “You want to ride me?”

She blushes. Nods. “Yeah. I think so. I might mess up. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Her worry makes my heart fucking sing. “You can’t mess this up.”

The uncertainty in her gaze is obvious. “I totally could. Just—be patient with me.”

I could be honest and tell her no girl has done that before with me, but I keep my mouth shut. I prefer to act like the one with all the experience. “Let’s go, cowgirl.”

A laugh escapes her as we rearrange ourselves so now I’m the one lying in the middle of the bed and she carefully climbs on top of me. She rests her hands lightly on my chest, her hips pressed against mine, my condom-wrapped dick nudging against her perfect ass. He’s eager to get inside and I tell myself to take my time. I don’t want to blow it.

It would be so easy to blow it. As in, blow my wad. I’m that amped up to get inside her.

And she’s so damn fine, sitting on me like this. Her hair is a mess, her nipples are hard and she’s got her arms pressed against her tits, making them look bigger. She does this thing with her hips, her wet pussy making contact with my skin and I rest my hands on her hips, stilling her.

“Come here,” I rasp.

She leans down and I tangle my fingers in her hair when her mouth settles on mine. The kiss is greedy. All tongues and teeth and eager lips. I reach down between us, grabbing my cock and shifting so I can push inside her. She rises up, I position myself, and slowly, she lowers herself on my dick. I watch, my gaze glued to where our bodies are connected, a groan tearing from my throat when she finally takes me all the way in.

There is no more talking. I can barely form words, I’m so damn fascinated with this girl who’s riding me like an expert. Like she’s done this dozens of times. Maybe I don’t know any better. Maybe it’s just that good because the girl I love, the girl I’m completely fascinated with, is fucking me like she never wants to be with anyone else.

Just me.

She’s a natural, squeezing her inner walls around my cock every single time she shifts down, and it feels good enough to make my eyes cross. I’m going to come too soon if I don’t calm down. I try to think of other things. What if her brother was in the next room over? Such an asshole. Hate that guy. Wouldn’t it be great if he could hear me give it to his sister? Wouldn’t it burn his ass?

Yeah, that train of thought didn’t work. Now I’m even hotter. Even closer to the edge.

Blindly reaching out, I grab hold of Ava’s hips, keeping her still. She stops moving, her brows lowered as she studies me, confusion written all over her pretty flushed face. “Wh-what’s wrong?” She’s panting. Out of breath. Her entire body is slicked with a fine sheen of sweat.

So is mine.

“Nothing.” I swallow hard, hating that I have to admit I’m close to losing control. “Let’s just—slow down.”

“But it feels so good.” She rocks against me. Slow and easy, a little moan falling from her lips and damn it, she’s not helping.

I give up. Give in. Let her use me. Closing my eyes, I loosen my grip on her hips and she starts moving once more, falling forward with her hands on my shoulders and her face in mine. I open my eyes to find her right there, her mouth open, her eyes unfocused. A choked breath escapes her and I can tell.

She’s close.

Holding her in place, I start giving it to her. Sliding in and out of her at a rapid pace. Her eyes fall shut. She leans her head back. I can’t stop staring at her as I grip her ass. She moves with me, and unable to stop myself, I slide my other hand down, feeling where our bodies are connected, overwhelmed with the sensation. I then shift my fingers up, touching her clit, circling it and she