Chapter 10

I kiss the rounded tip. It moves at my touch,

the first drop of cum dribbling onto my lips. He tastes sweet,

which surprises me. I take him in, my mouth closing around the

plummy head of his cock, and he rises off the bed to thrust into

me. When he’s wet enough, I climb onto the bed, straddling him—my

fingers lace through his to keep his hands out of the way, held

over his head as I ease down onto his thick length. His cock butts

against my ass, the damp tip slipping inside with a fullness that

makes my knees weak.

Then he’s in, hips rising off the bed to

shove deep within me as I hold him down. We stare at each other as

we couple—there’s a desperation in his eyes that thrills me as I

buck against him. I rock above him, my whole body working him to

release, my own cock hard again and rubbing over his skin with a

smooth rhythm. It cancels out the rest of the world, everything

that isn’t his dick in my ass or his hands clenched oh so tightly

in mine.