Page 110 of Beneath the Quiet

“Good. If you’re ready for me, jump up and wrap your legs around me.”

She loops her hands around my neck, and I widen my stance to brace myself, then she does as she’s told and jumps me.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper. I take her mouth again, needing to feel how much she wants me when I can’t see her. I tilt my head and deepen the kiss, sighing when she sucks on my tongue. Her thighs flex around me, and she rubs her pussy on me in jerky movements. My cock is trapped between us for now, and I reach into my back pocket to find my wallet. I hand it to her.

“Condom,” I pant against her lips. “Now.”

I don’t have to tell her twice. I feel her open it, then hear the low thump of my wallet as she tosses it to the ground. The air cracks, but I ignore the rumbling, focused on getting us the release we crave. Nothing else matters right now.

All that matters is quenching the lust that roars between us.

Until the next time.

I shudder when she rolls the condom down my length.

“Are you ready, or do you need my fingers to stretch you first?”

“I’m ready. I’m so ready.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

I push her up against the wall and wrap my hand around the base of my cock, making sure I find her entrance.

“Get those skirts out of the way,” I grumble.

Then, I feel her. I probe her opening, teasing her and giving her just the tip.

“Please, please, please.”

“Yeah, beg for my big, fat cock.”

I reach down, needing to feel her slick heat through her underwear.

“Fuck, Mae, you’re drenched through your panties. Is your pussy hungry?”

“Lord, you’re filthy,” she whimpers.

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way.” I rub against her drenched panties, finding her clit easily. “This is what you need. You’re such a good girl, swollen and wet. I bet I could make you come again and again all night if we weren’t out here in the open like this.” My knees shake from holding myself back, and my head swims with lust, but I can’t seem to stop myself from taking us close to the edge, then back again.

“Give me your cock,” she moans, then flicks her tongue over my lips, over and over. “Fill me up, Lord. Now.”

I slip a finger under her panties, catching the elastic with my fingers splayed on her arse, and push them away from her pussy. I spread her wide, and she glides down the wall, her hips tilted towards me. I clench, my cock jutting between us, and finally, I find her. I hear her sharp intake of breath when I coat the head of my cock in her wetness and push inside her.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Sucking me in, needing me to push inside so you can feel all of me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, tilting her hips higher, and then I push harder inside her, buried to the hilt. I growl, my cock pulsing, and shaking from keeping still, but I need to stretch her slowly.

“Heaven.”

“Hush.” Her word comes out half a laugh, half a moan. “Ride me.”

I push back and rotate my hips, then buck inside her.

Then I do it again. And again.

Faster. Harder. Sweat courses down my back, and her whimpers grow the more I lose control. I slant my hips, hitting her at the right angle over and over.

“Give me your mouth,” I grit out.