Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(107)

“Does it feel good?” I ask as I roll my tongue around the head again.

“Yes,” he says, his head falling back to the headboard. “Fuck yes, it feels good.”

Satisfaction races through me as I slip his cock inside my mouth. I feel the vibration against my tongue, and as I take him deeper, I enjoy the constraint I have on him, the tension in his thighs, and the stiffness in his body. Nothing is sexier to me than being able to make a man come from my mouth. I love having that kind of control. That kind of power.

I pull up to the tip and then swirl my tongue down his piercings, taking time on each one. When I reach the base where the cock ring is vibrating, I move back up, nipping the entire way.

“Shit.” He clenches his jaw. “More. Suck me in deep again.”

Loving that he loves my mouth, I part my lips and bring him to the back of my throat again. His girth doesn’t bother me, nor does his length. I revel in it. And since I don’t seem to have a gag reflex, I’m able to bring him deep.

I repeat my pulsing over his strained erection a few times until he releases a loud growl, causing me to pause. I glance up just in time to feel him lift me up off his dick and toss me backward on the bed. His crazed eyes meet mine. “I’m coming in that perfect cunt, not in your mouth.”

Mmm, yes, please.

His strong hand slides up my stomach, over my breasts, and up to my neck, where he grips me.

“I need to fuck you badly,” he says. “I’ll eat you out after, but I need release. Now.”

“Then fuck me, Silas.”

He positions his cock at my entrance, I spread even wider for him, pulling on my knees so he has better access, and he slides into me, one agonizing inch at a time. The vibration from the cock ring immediately hits me in just the right spot, and I know at that moment, with his hand on my throat and his massive cock stretching me out, I don’t stand a chance.

“Be rough,” I say. “Make me feel every inch of your massive cock.”

His eyes go wild, and he starts pumping hard, so hard that I slide across the bed until I’m right against the wall.

“Fuck me harder,” I say, his hand still gripping my neck, making me feel completely owned by him.

Because he’s pumping so aggressively into me, I release my legs and push one hand against the wall to steady us while my other hand grips his shoulder, where I dig my fingers into his back. “Harder, Silas. Fill me with your cum.”

“Goddammit,” he says as his hips pulse in and out of me, his abs firing as his body moves. The veins in his neck protrude, his muscular pecs bounce, and his grip grows tighter around my neck.

“You’re so big inside me. I can feel every inch of you.”

He pumps again.

And again.

And again, hitting me directly in the G-spot, sending me into a swirl of euphoria, my orgasm right there, ready to fall over.

“I’m going to masturbate to this when you’re gone,” I say. “To this very moment.”

He moans as he stretches tall, giving me an amazing view of his delicious abs. If he wasn’t so desperate, I would push him so I could lick every inch of his stomach.

“I never want to stop fucking you,” he says as he pulses and pauses, then pulses and pauses. The new friction matched with the vibration of his cock ring has my toes curling.

“Punish me. Choke me. I’m right there. Harder, Silas.”

“Fuck,” he says right before releasing himself and turning me onto my stomach. He props my hips up and slaps me so hard in the ass that tears spring to my eyes right before a wave of lust pulses down my legs. And then he does it again, the slap so loud that it echoes against the walls.

And just as he spanks me again, he inserts himself inside, making me feel so full that my stomach bottoms out.

“Fuck me deep, Silas.”

On another growl, he wraps my hair around his knuckles and tugs my head back right before spanking me so hard in the ass that I cry out in pleasure.

“Blister me,” I cry. “Again, Silas.”

He pulses inside me and spanks me again.

“Make me red.”

He grunts and slaps me again.

And again.

And again, until my pussy starts to convulse.

It’s too much. All of it. His cock. His control. His hand.

My orgasm pulses up my body, and with one more thrust, I spasm around his cock and scream his name.

“Ahhhhh . . . fuck.” He pumps a few more times, grumbles something unintelligible, then stills, his hands shaking my pelvis as his cock swells inside me, and he comes.

We moan together. Our orgasms matched right before we slowly tumble down from euphoria until we both collapse on top of the bed, the cock ring still vibrating.

“Jesus, Ollie,” he says as he reaches between us to turn off the cock ring and remove it. I feel him toss it to the side, and then he rolls and pulls me with him. I curl my leg around him and rest my head on his shoulder. He rubs his thumb over my side while I trail my finger up and down his chest. “Fuck,” he breathes out heavily. “That was . . . fuck . . .”

Probably the best way to describe it.

“You turn me on so much,” I say.

“Same, babe.” He kisses my head and takes a deep breath. “Give me a second, and I’ll be between your legs again, giving you what you deserve.”