Page 59 of Not Mine to Rescue

I tugged her panties off and ran my hands down to her ankles where I gripped each with a single intent. This woman was not going to escape me. Ever.

She’d opted for one of those raised sets where the mattress, box spring and frame set the bed at almost a perfect height to drop to my knees toss her pretty calves over my shoulders and line my lips up with that sexy as sin pussy.

A moan turned into a cry, then a deeply satisfied groan. Her fingernails speared through my hair and threatened to pin me in place.

But I was going nowhere. Not until she came at least once. Not until I tongue-fucked her into screaming my name, my nickname, and whatever pet name she called me.

Which was “oh, god, oh-god-oh-Wombat-god-Random-ooo-oh-oh-GOD.”

Hell to the yes.

The flutter of her pussy played against the shaft of my tongue. All I could smell was her. All I could taste was the sexy flavor of her cunt.

Her fingers gripped my hair. “Get up here,” she panted.

Who was I to resist? I snagged the condom and tore it open. As I tried to roll it on, her hands were everywhere, trying to be helpful and mostly getting in the way.

I got it on and lifted her up.

She fought me, and clung at the same time, almost screaming because it wasn’t the best balancing act I’d ever done. But I got her moved and seated on top of me.

Honor’s confusion was short-lived because we were face to face. She lined up my dick and slid onto the tip with a gasp of satisfaction.

“Wrap your legs around me.” I couldn’t move much like this, but she’d set the pace she wanted. And that’s what mattered.

She wasn’t seated deep, but worked on me like a dancer making every move count.

“I’ve never had sex like this.”

She was missing out. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Her breath was slower, but she hadn’t stopped grinding on me. “Perfect. God, so damn perfect.”

I grinned like the Devil buying his first soul. It wasn’t great for me, but seeing the pleasure work across her face, the flutter of her eyelashes when she arched her back and begged to feel me deeper, that was powerful.

And watching her fall apart, again?

I owned her now.

With a lift and a move I couldn’t explain if I tried, I had her on her back and was deep inside her.

Her guttural cry undid me. So did the way her voice hitched as she stretched out the word, “Random.”

I owned that cunt. I owned her pleasure and thrust hard, knowing she was still riding the high of having her whole clit worked from inside and out.

Each time I slid home she cried out, and the gasps as I pulled back were legendary in their pitch that matched begging without words.

Until I just couldn’t keep up. I couldn’t remember why it was important to do anything but be pressed against her, deep inside her, and filling her so desperately that my balls ached and my dick was almost painfully stretched to its limit. If I let go and fell, I’d keep falling forever.

Then a pulse ripped through me, and I lost my mind. I wasn’t fighting anymore. It was just throb after throb of pouring my soul into her.

I didn’t want to leave. Ever.

Her eyes met mine. Our panting matched until it didn’t. A stutter there or here or somewhere threw it out of sync. And in that moment I knew. I just knew this was going to kill me. But I’d die one hell of a happy man.

“Two.”

It was surprising she could even talk. I couldn’t yet. But somehow I croaked out, “Three. I owe you three.”