Page 208 of Buy Back My Love

“Van…”

He was already moving down the bed before I could finish complaining. He pushed my thighs back, and his tongue went straight to my clit like he knew exactly how close I was.

My fingers twisted into the sheets when his mouth moved lower. He already knew what dragging his tongue over my ass did to me, and the motherfucker took his time with it.

“Oh, fuck.”

One hand held my thigh open while his mouth moved between my pussy and my ass, taking me right back to the edge until my hips started lifting against him on their own.

My thighs were shaking by the time it got too sensitive, and I tried to squirm away, but Van held me there and kept going until the orgasm finally hit.

“Fuck, Van.”

My whole body tightened before going loose against the bed. I was still trying to catch my breath when he kissed the inside of my thigh and looked up at me.

“Next time, don’t rush me.”

I was too gone to do anything but stare at him.

“You cum on this tongue first,” he said. “Then you get to cum on this dick.”

Apparently freaky-ass Van had rules.

“Now turn that ass over.”

I was spent, but I listened because I badly wanted to cum on that dick too.

My arms felt weak when I rolled over, and I had barely gotten my knees underneath me before Van’s hands found my hips. He didn’t rush to put himself back inside me. Instead, he ran his palms over my ass, squeezing slowly while I tried to catch my breath.

When I felt his dick slide between my cheeks, I pushed back without even thinking. Van’s hand tightened on my hip as he dragged himself between my legs, teasing me until I was damn near trying to take him on my own.

He still made me wait another second before finally pushing inside.

I sucked in a breath and dropped my head toward the mattress. From behind, he felt even bigger, stretching me deeper than he had on my back, and I had to grab a handful of the sheets when he filled me all the way.

Van stayed there for a second, buried deep while his hands moved slowly over my hips.

My pussy was still sensitive from cumming on his tongue, so the first few strokes almost felt like too much. But when I pushed back for more, that was all the encouragement he needed.

His hand came down across my ass, the sting making me clench around him before his palm smoothed over the same spot. Then he started pulling me back into every stroke, slow enough that I felt every inch going in and every inch sliding back out.

My breasts were still heavy and sensitive from everything he had done earlier, and milk started leaking again, little drops hitting the sheets whenever he pulled me back against him. I didn’t even care anymore. I was too caught up in what was happening between us to be embarrassed by any of it.

Van’s hand slid from my hip around my waist, holding me tighter as the rhythm between us deepened. I kept moving with him, and that tired feeling from a few minutes ago disappeared somewhere along the way.

I wanted another orgasm, and this time, I wanted exactly what he had promised me.

The pressure started building again, tight and heavy low in my stomach. I pushed back against him harder, chasing it.

“Ooh, Van… baby, fuck me harder. I’m so damn close.”

This motherfucker did the complete opposite and pulled out.

I damn near screamed. “Van!”

Behind me, he laughed low.

“I told you,” he said, his palm moving slowly over my ass. “Don’t rush me.”