TWENTY-FOUR #2
“Yes,” he hissed, his head hanging low enough that she could find his mouth, but when she went for it, his eyes so eager, she pulled back, teasing him. “Jesus fuck, yeah. All yours, Lisa.” he elongated her name, pained when she did it twice more.
He was so patient that he made her euphoric with his incredible compliance.
On and on, she stroked his length until he started shunting his hips forward, pushing that wide head through her fingers.
They watched what she was doing as if it were the most erotic scene.
Everything was right in that moment, and she was shaking, wanting him.
“Put this where I need it,” she told him.
“Fuck yeah, goddess,” he grunted, shoving both of Lisa’s knees up. He crawled between the space, leading his cock home to her wet entrance.
Ryan took over the kissing, forcing her lips open, tasting her gasps, lashing her with his tongue.
“I want to go inside.” He pleaded against her mouth. “You’re so wet; let me drown, goddess.”
But she made him wait for minutes, even though it tormented her, her pussy aching to be filled as it had never been filled before.
“Now,” she breathed between erotic kisses. “Now.” She urged, and Ryan made a noise she knew she’d never forget. It was part agony, part joy as he punched his hips forward and drove his cock into her in the hottest single slide.
Her body was not ready for those inches, and she bucked in shock as the pleasure started tingling her scalp. Thank God Ryan halted inside her so she could get used to the sensation.
But he was ever busy, eating kisses out of her lips, biting and sucking her lower lip; he chased pleasure into her like he had her personal manual.
Then he moved.
In the dimly lit bedroom, the sounds of their bodies coming together could be heard with repeated, wet pumps of his body into hers. Their moans ricocheted like the warmest musical notes she’d ever heard.
The passage of time apart melted away.
“Look down, Ryan. You’re taking me raw. Does it feel good?” When he followed her order, he grunted like a monster, and it sent fizzles of pleasure through her abdomen.
He was a monster fucking her. A titan taking and giving. He slammed home and smirked. “So fucking good. I made my girl soaked.”
“Don’t come yet,” she told him, and he groaned a pained sound, burying his mouth against Lisa’s throat, sucking so hard she knew later she’d be marked.
Marked by Ryan Gold.
“Please, goddess. I need to.”
“Not yet, sweet boy. You feel incredible.”
He came alive under her praise, and the drives of his cock suddenly slowed until his tip was barely inside her.
“Switch positions. I want to look down at you.”
Ryan palmed her ass, keeping them locked together, and he rolled over until his back was to the headboard, and Lisa’s knees straddled his legs.
She shunted forward, and both of them groaned together, filling her to where it hurt so good.
“I’ve missed you,” she shared, stroking his hair back, adoring her younger man with every touch.
His eyes watched her as if she were precious jewels, and Lisa came alive under that kind of adoring inspection.
She could easily become spoiled by the way Ryan watched her.
It was self-indulgent and beautiful.
“I’ve missed this fantastic body filling mine.” She leaned in until their lips barely brushed. “Your hands can touch me.” She gave permission, and before the last word was out of her mouth, he roamed a roughened palm up the length of her bare back until he clasped her around the nape.
“Ride it like it’s yours to own.” He spoke against her mouth.
What a thing to say to her!
Lisa couldn’t altogether say she was in charge of her body after that. She rode Ryan wildly, chasing her pleasure as if it were the only thing she craved.
He encouraged her with dirty, charged words, and it took next to no time before she buckled again, shaking all over as Ryan groaned into her neck.
“Fuck, you’re choking my dick. I can’t... I can’t hold on. Let me come, goddess.”
He didn’t need to be told twice when she whispered, “Come for me, Ryan. Come in me,” Lisa found herself flat on her back, her leg flung over his shoulder, and she was fucked within an inch of her existence.
Strategic thrusts led to his detonation, and she’d never seen a sexier sight with the pleasure overtaking him, his voice so hoarse.
When they calmed down, however much later, they curled their limbs around each other, and they stayed that way for a long time.
Until he lifted his eyes, smirking, he tapped a kiss to her chin, to her nose, to her lips.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much. Never go away again.”
“I won’t,” she promised, tears pricking the back of her eyes. Emotion came thick and fast as she buried her face into his chest, just holding onto this wonderful man who’d welcomed her back as if she’d never gone away. How lucky she was!
And she would not make the mistake of walking away again.
In fact, Lisa decided there and then that she would hold on to Ryan Gold with an iron fist, tying herself to him in whatever way she could.
Losing him a second time would be her finish.
Proving how good he was for her, he dried up her emotions when he ran a possessive hand down to squeeze her ass cheek and rolled them over, with his dick still inside her.
“I don’t know about you, but I can go again,” he smirked filthily.
Lisa laughed. God save her from the ardor of a Gen Z male.
But you know what?
She proved her millennial cells could keep up with her young stud over the next few hours.
And it was approaching dawn before she got a wink of sleep, with Ryan curled around her back, his hand cupping her breast.
Their lovemaking was better than ever, like they’d never missed a step.