Chapter 29

Ruby

With a breathless howl and an explosion of pleasure emanating from my clit, I come.

All.

Over.

His.

Face.

And while I’ve given myself an orgasm before, it’s so much more intense as he takes me to new heights of pleasure I’m not able to take myself.

What a difference a man makes. The first orgasm almost blows my head off. I pant, taking the single moment of respite I get before he dives right back in for more, hungrily lapping away at my pussy.

As he shoves his face deep into my pussy, my entire body quivers. I want nothing more but to lay here forever, enjoying this very sensation. The fire Wyatt has ignited inside me is insatiable in a way I couldn’t imagine possible until right now.

While my clit is still throbbing and muscles deep inside my pussy are clenching, I’m gasping, trying to remember where I left the rest of my body as the pressure inside me builds up all over again.

He knows. He knows if he keeps me pinned here with my pants around my ankles and his arm around my legs just licking out my pussy, I’ll come again.

And I do.

I’m laughing, gasping, writhing, and grinding my hips all at once. I’ve never been so overwhelmed.

My body thrusts up at him, forcing a shock wave of pleasure through each nerve ending as his tongue grazes my swollen clit one last time before I’m driven over the edge. My cum spills out of my pussy, right onto his perfect face, all over again.

Wyatt looks up at me, just as I look down at him. We both grin at the same time. He wipes his face briefly with the end of the blanket and climbs up on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, smiling.

“Don’t be,” he laughs. “No, never. My god.”

He leans in and kisses me. I let myself just sink into it. I’ve never tasted myself, so sharing it with him is incredibly erotic.

My body is tingling with pleasure from the inside out. I let my hands brush across his muscled arms, his shoulders, and his neck.

He rolls over me and settles on his side next to me. I reach down immediately and pull my shorts off my ankles, hurling them across the room.

Wyatt laughs. “Did those get in your way?” he asks, giving me a cheeky smile.

“I didn’t know you were into bondage,” I joke at him.

“Well, it did create a fine angle for me to spoil you with,” he admits.

I roll back towards him, snuggling against his chest.

“It sure did. That was amazing.”

“I wanted to spoil you, sweetheart. I do hope you felt every bit of my intentions,” he presses.

“You definitely did that.”

“So long as you’re happy, that’s what counts,” he states.

Wyatt leans over and kisses me. I can feel the fire burning in me, somewhere deep.

My pussy is hot and aching and my clit is pulsing with the beat of my heart. I run a hand down across his upper body.

We kiss some more, feeling the heat between us. I’m only wearing my unbuttoned top, and I pull it off while we kiss. Wyatt slips out of his undies and I pull him on top of me.

I feel the hot head of his hard cock pressing against me. It slides on my clit, around my lips. I can’t focus on the kiss, and my head falls back on the bed as I grind my hips into him.

The hardness of his cock feels amazing, rubbing against my clit. I’m totally blown away by the amount of sensation it can give. My pussy throbs deep inside as I rub myself on him.

I bring my head up, pressing my forehead against his, moaning, eyes closed, focused completely on the sensation of his hot, hard cock on my wet clit.

“Oh!” I moan as my clit spasms and my pussy throbs. A new wave courses through me. As I start to become aware of my breath again, I open my eyes to see I’m gripping Wyatt’s shoulders with white knuckles.

“Oh shit,” I rasp, letting go, falling back on the mattress. He’s holding himself up on his arms, keeping himself tightly above me.

I feel so safe with Wyatt. He’s so dominating with all of his movements. And I love every fucking second of it.

I rock my hips back, opening my legs and wrapping my legs around him to guide him down. Wyatt kisses me deeper, drawing it out with lips and tongues. He lets his cock fall into that slick, hot valley and starts rocking his hips just lightly.

I can feel his massive cock pushing at my entrance. I shudder in anticipation, feeling my heart thumping hard in my chest. As the tip enters my pussy, my aching only deepens.

That is, until he pushes further inside.

“Ahh!” I shout.

Wyatt reaches down, and I feel the pressure increase. Then I can feel him pushing inside deeper and deeper. I hold on tight to his shoulders, closing my eyes.

He’s big. Bigger than I thought and ridiculously hard.

Whenever women talked about men being ‘hard’ I didn’t quite get it. I thought, how hard can it be? Not hard like a rock, surely?

Yes. Hard like a fucking rock. It’s something I could not have described until this moment.

It just feels so right. The ache deep in my pussy that starts to ease as his hard cock pushes it aside is an echo of how he feels being that hard. I know this instinctively, and it kindles an intimacy inside me I wasn’t expecting.

His cock is so long and thick I find myself gripping his shoulders, leaning against him and opening and shutting my eyes as I moan. Each inch that he slips in feels even better.

Right where our bodies meet, there is a fierce ache that eases then intensifies as his cock pushes into me. I feel like I’m fucking flying.

As he finally slides all the way in, I force my hips forward until there is nowhere left to go. I force myself against his cock, pushing back against him. He stays still, held up on his arms, watching me.

Gripping his arms, I slide back and forth. Anything to relieve that ache inside. I force myself downwards, feeling a deep itch like a bruise. I slide back up to work on the delicious, slippery friction.

He might be on top, but I’m fucking him. He stays completely passive as I work myself up and down, pinned to the bed by his hips and his massive cock.

I feel incredible. Not just sexually gratified, but like I might actually be really good at it.

I come from everywhere at once—high up in my pussy, in my clit, and everywhere in between. I gasp and moan as I buck and writhe under him.

I stop and lay still, breath heaving in and out. I can’t think.

Then Wyatt starts to thrust. Gently at first, then harder. He draws his cock out slowly to its full length, then slides it back in.

Within seconds, I’m grabbing at him, moving my hips, urging him on.

A grimace breaks across his face. He grips my shoulder, thrusting hard and fast. My pussy goes into a storm of orgasms, clenching and tightening and gripping at him.

Wyatt moans and brushes back my hair. He closes his eyes and leans down to kiss me.

“I love you so much, Ruby.”