Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(116)
I groan at the thought and squeeze my cock, feeling it grow in my hand. It’s only then she crawls over me, straddling my lap until she’s pressed against where I want so badly to be buried inside of her again. “I want you to ride me, baby.” I cup her face and push up to kiss her. It’ll take some of the pressure off my shoulder until I can get some strength back into it to really show off my skills in bed.
But we have time for that.
Plenty of it.
“I’ve never done that.” Her nerves only make this moment that much hotter because I get to show her how it’s done.
“You’re in total control,” I say against her lips, pecking them and moving down her jaw. When I press my mouth against the sensitive spot below her ear, she shivers. “It’ll feel fucking great for the both of us. But we can stop at any point if you change your mind.”
She releases a shaky breath before nodding, drawing back to meet my eyes. Her fingers trail along the hem of my briefs, making my abdominal muscles tighten from the feather light caress.
“Come here,” I coax, gesturing toward my face as I settle into a better position for what I want from her.
Her brows pinch.
“Want you to ride my face first.”
The flush on her cheeks makes me smirk. I’ve become a big fan of her pussy—feasted on it as many times as I could over break.
“I don’t want to hurt y—”
I stop her by tugging her toward me as I lay back again. “Baby, the only way you’d hurt me is by not sitting on my face. You’re killing me here.”
“That seems a bit dramatic.”
“If I wanted to be dramatic, I would have said I’d be honored to die of suffocation by pussy. Imagine that on a gravestone.”
Her eyes grow comically large. “Danny!”
“Babe,” I laugh. I knead her bare thighs, one of my favorite features of her. Her hips give me the perfect handful, especially for times like these. “I promise. This will feel good for you. I want to make sure you’re ready for when it’s my cock you’re riding.”
Her signature blush is back.
Thankfully, she doesn’t keep fighting me on it as I help guide her to hover over my face. I move her panties aside and lean up enough to kiss her seam. She shudders above me and lowers down as I grip her hips and use my tongue to swipe along her and trace her tight entrance that’s already wet as fuck for me.
“God,” she rasps, hands pressed flat against the wall as she moves her hips. I let her grind on me as I suck her clit and move back down to her entrance. With every swipe, she becomes louder, needier for release. Her legs start to shake on either side of my head, telling me she’s close.
I don’t let up until the moment she detonates, eating her out like my life depends on it. Because right now? It just might.
Her head tosses back as she arches forward through her orgasm, clenching at the wall. When she looks down and meets my eyes, her breath catches. She moves down my body until we’re kissing again, tongue twisting, breaths mixing, and we’re helping each other take off the last layers of clothing between us.
“Condom,” I tell her, pointing toward my jeans on the floor.
She climbs off me long enough to grab one from my pocket and repositions herself on top of me, her fingers helping guide the latex over my erect cock. The feeling of her hands on me has me grinding my teeth. It’d be embarrassing to come before anything begins, but I’m that close to losing my shit.
“Pick up your hips,” I guide, watching her obey as I fist myself and position the head of my cock at her opening. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about this moment.”
One hand on her hip, I squeeze the soft flesh as she lowers down slowly. Her lips part as we lock eyes, never looking away from each other as she takes me in inch by slow inch. She picks her hips back up and does it again, this time taking me in deeper than before.
No words can really describe the feeling of my dick being squeezed by her hot, wet warmth. I watch as she becomes more confident in her movements, setting a slow pace and resting her palms flat against my chest, careful not to put pressure on my shoulder.
I arch up with a low grunt the second I’m seated fully, causing a garbled noise to escape my lips from the tight feeling. Her lips crack into a tiny smile that quickly vanishes when I roll my hips into a circle to stretch her. The moan that crawls up her throat has me doing it again, helping her get used to me until I can’t help but clench onto her hips.
“Need you to ride me fast, baby. I’m so fucking close. I need to come in you.”
Her exhale is sharp as she lifts up and drops back down with a startled gasp. I help her set a faster pace, dropping her onto me harder until her tits start doing exactly what I hoped they would. When she gets used to the rhythm, I palm her breasts in my hands, tweaking her nipples, and kneading them until the noises she makes start becoming as desperate as the ones leaving me.
The sound of our skin slapping and her pussy sucking me in has my head dropping back onto the pillow. “Fuck, Skylar. So goddamn good.”
Bed frame creaking loudly as she rocks into me faster, she slams down onto my dick and swivels her hips until her face goes red. “D-Danny, I—” Repeating the motion one more time, I feel her clench me so tightly, I go temporarily blind as I come harder than I have in a long fucking time.