The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,57
over my breast, my chest, neck. He released my lip and simultaneously hit my clit with a finger as he slid another finger in my mouth.
“Fuckin’ fuck,” he grunted as my eyes rolled back in my head, my hips rocked into his finger, and I sucked hard on the one in my mouth.
Half-mast, I gazed at him as I drew deep and rode the circles he was pressing into my clit, but mostly rode the sensations he was creating by pressing them there.
He pressed harder and I moaned.
His fingers slid away.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Too late. Too hot,” he rumbled, gliding down my body.
A second later, one of my legs was tossed over his shoulder. He ran his hand up the back of my other thigh and cocked it high. He then dipped his head, and Toby and his beard were going down on me.
Oh, hell yes.
I arched into him, whimpering, “Toby.”
He dug in, sucking hard, dropping a smidge and then tongue fucking me.
Oh, hell yes.
Nice.
Both hands in his hair, again came my breathy, “Toby.”
On my back, I was riding his mouth, and he was driving me wild.
Too wild.
I fisted my fingers in his hair and warned, “Toby.”
He came up over me, rolled off, flipped me to my belly, hauled me up to my hands and knees and positioned in front of me, hands on either side of my head tipping it back.
Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
This caveman shit rocked.
He took one hand away to grab his cock, and I lifted my gaze up to him as I felt the head touch my lips.
They parted for him.
His eyes burning down at me as he watched, me just burning, he slid inside.
I sucked deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
So.
Fucking.
Seriously.
The caveman shit worked for me.
He pulsed inside, and I drew. Our eyes locked as he face-fucked me and God, God, God, watching him get off on taking my mouth got me off . . . totally.
I was whimpering around his thick, hard dick, rocking into his gentle thrusts, my eyes drifting closed when he slid out.
My eyes shot open.
“Do not move,” he ordered thickly, twisted at the waist, reached to the nightstand, and came back with a condom.
Foil gone, I watched from close as he rolled it on.
He barely got it to the root before he was on his back and pulling me over his hips.
“Down,” he growled.
I moved down.
And he filled me.
My head fell back, and I could feel my hair gliding through the satin to my waist.
“Fuck yeah, Addie, now ride.”
I tipped my head forward and moved on him, slow . . .
God, all the gloriousness of him in my bed, staring up at me with that hungry look on his face, filling me with his cock . . .
Faster . . .
His hands at my hips shifted, one moving in to roll his thumb at my clit, one going up, and on a mini-ab curl he wrapped it around the back of my neck and pulled me to him as he settled back down so I was forced to plant a hand in his chest and angle into his dick . . .
Oh yeah . . .
Faster . . .
Eyes locked, he fisted his fingers in my hair and lifted his hips to meet my bounds, his thumb pressing hard, circling quick . . .
Faster . . .
“Toby.”
“Lose the nightie,” he grunted.
His hand left my hair as I yanked the thing off.
“Oh yeah,” he bit out, fingers back in my hair, gripping tight.
“Baby,” I breathed.
“Fuck me.”
“Baby,” I pleaded.
“Fuck me hard, Addie.”
I slammed into him.
His eyes moved down my body, up, his hips driving into mine.
My hand slid to his throat as it stopped being about me fucking Toby and became more me taking Toby’s fucking as he bucked under me and I held on with everything he had.
“Milk that cock, baby,” he grunted.
I held on tighter with everything I had.
“Tobe.”
“It’s okay, Addie, go.”
“You . . . you’re . . .”
I couldn’t speak.
He jerked my head down so his lips moved against mine.
“Just go.”
My neck arched, and I went.
Just him. Just me. Just his cock. Just my pussy.
That was all there was in my world at that moment.
And it was amazing.
He rolled me to my back, him on top, slammed into me, took my mouth in a wet kiss and ended it with a deep groan that surged down my throat when he went with me.
He didn’t do the slow glide after he came down this time.