Can I Come Over?(9)

He silently commanded me to unwrap it, but all I could do was stare as he pushed down his pants and revealed his huge, thick cock.

Beyond aroused at the sight of it, I got down on my knees and swallowed it between my lips, letting his tip hit the back of my throat.

He groaned as I bobbed my head against his length—as I sucked him fast and deep.

His cock began throbbing in my mouth—and I could taste his urge to come in my mouth.

He didn’t give me the chance, though. He grabbed a fistful of my hair—pulling me back and forcing me to look up at him.

“Condom,” he said, pulling me up. “Now.”

I obliged, tearing open the wrapper and quickly rolling it onto him. He grabbed my left leg, slowly sliding his cock into me as I hooked my leg around his waist.

He didn’t stop to give me a chance to adjust to his huge length. He pounded into me without warning.

“Ahhhh…” I cried out, overwhelmed by how fucking good he felt inside of me.

My nails dug into his neck, and I tried to hold on for a few more seconds, but I’d never felt so filled and pleasured all at once, and my pussy was throbbing in ecstasy with every stroke of his cock. The moment he squeezed my ass and bit down on my shoulder—all while keeping his relentless rhythm, I lost all control.

“Fuckkk, Ryan…” I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, feeling my knees weakening as I reached my orgasm.

He kept his grip on my waist and pounded into me a few more times, stilling as he found his own release.

Panting, he steadied my body before pulling out of me, and then he slapped my ass. I was still struggling to catch my breath when he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Carrying you to my place,” he said. “We’re just getting started…”

## END OF SCENE ##

(Well, part one of it)





I’ve attached the second part of that scene below.

Feel free to copy/paste both of these before hitting publish.

Ryan



I clicked on the attachment he sent, and my jaw dropped to the floor. His long and thick cock stood rock-hard against a pair of grey sweatpants, and as if he suspected that I’d challenge it, his recent letter to me was printed and lying flat on the desk in the background.

He has to be at least nine inches…At least.

Can that even fit in someone’s mouth?

My pussy was beyond wet after reading his words, but after seeing his cock, all I could do was stare at my screen in utter disbelief and need…

Grabbing my vibrator from the tub’s ledge, I slid a hand between my thighs—my publishing woes quickly forgotten. I pressed the soft, rubber nozzle against my clit and set it on low. Then I tilted my head back as it buzzed.

I bit my lip and shut my eyes, envisioning how Ryan’s cock would feel buried deep inside of me.

How many strokes I could handle before he made me come…

As I turned the vibrator up a notch, my phone vibrated against the tub’s ledge with a new message.



Letter Topic: You’re welcome

Dear Bella,

If you’ve finished reading the scene at this point, have we reached the point where you’ll tell me thank you?

Ryan

PS—Did you open my picture? Can you picture the real-life ‘Bella’ swallowing it between her lips and taking it all the way down her throat like she does in the book?



Letter Topic: Re: You’re welcome

Dear Ryan,

Thank you very much.

Part one of the scene was amazing, and I can’t wait to read what you attached for part two.

Bella

PS—I did. But unlike the ‘Bella’ in the book, I wouldn’t let you pull me away until you came. And I’d definitely swallow.

PSS—Your picture made me even wetter than your scene. If things were different, I’d ask you if I could ride it…



I hit ‘send’ before I could fully think things through, and sucked in a breath.

Sitting up, I put aside my vibrator and climbed out of the tub. Quickly wrapping myself in a robe, I took a few deep breaths and thought of ways to steer our conversation back into the friend zone. Now.



Letter Topic: ANYWAY…How’s Your Week going?

Dear Ryan,

Have you read any more self-help books lately? I downloaded The Power of Habit and Relentless the other day, and have managed to read a few chapters of each so far. I think I could really use a new one for whenever I’m finished.

Bella



Letter Topic: Re: Re: You’re welcome

Dear Bella,

I’m not opening that “Anyway” message.

I think we should meet in person.

Ryan



Letter Topic: Re: Re: Re: You’re welcome

Dear Ryan,

I thought we were ‘digital friends’ only.

I still have a book to finish.

Bella



Letter Topic: Re: Re: Re: Re: You’re welcome

Dear Bella,

That status changed once you told me that you wrote a scene about me fucking you.

It doesn’t have to be an extended meetup.

No, you don’t have a book to finish.

I just finished it for you.