10. Sloane
SLOANE
A hand caresses my cheek and then gently rubs down my back, bringing me out of my last few moments of sleep, and when I let my eyes flutter open, I realize I’m still naked and lying on top of an also naked River. I tilt my head upward to meet his gaze, and he has a soft smile on his face.
“Hey,” I murmur.
“Hey, beautiful.” Goose bumps erupt on my flesh at his words because they’re so soft and gentle and so different from how he talked to me last night.
Last night, he was nasty and aggressive in the best way.
He did things to my body that no one had ever done before.
I hadn’t had many partners, but enough to know that River was very skilled in the sex department.
His dick, his mouth, his fingers, all of them were amazing at making me come, and he had a strong penchant for doing it.
I think I came like, five times in total last night.
He shifts slightly, allowing his dick to drag through my slit, alerting me that he’s already hard, and when he bumps against my clit, a whimper leaves my lips, and then I’m on my back with him hovering over me.
His soft expression is gone, and now his brown eyes are hungry again.
“You know I barely slept a wink because you kept rubbing this horny little pussy against me all night.” He parts my legs and settles between them before dropping his lips to my neck.
“I wanted to slip inside you so fucking bad.” He nips his teeth there, and I gasp at the thought of waking up to the feeling of River inside me.
“You like that idea? You like the thought of me fucking you awake? Are you thinking about me making you come in your sleep?” I nod because that sounds so hot.
He nips my earlobe and drags his lips down my neck and between the valley of my breasts, flicking his tongue over each nipple before suctioning his lips around it.
“I have to fuck you again,” he murmurs as he continues his trail down to the juncture of where my thighs meet.
“You’re a machine, Mr. Kincaid.” I giggle, remembering how much calling him that got him going last night.
He drops his face into my neck and lets out a hungry growl. “I don’t know why it’s so fucking hot when you call me that.” My sex tingles in response to his gruff tone.
“It’s just a little harmless role-play. No one has to know,” I whisper, and he pulls back to rest on his knees, staring at me with the most curious expression.
My eyes drift up his hard, gorgeous body, and a disappointing thought floats through me that there is a chance that I’ll never fuck this man again. My hands slowly trail up his abs and his torso before landing on his chest, and we share a look. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Sloane.”
“Let me taste you,” I state before letting my hands drift back down his chest to hold his dick, lightly squeezing every few moments.
“Your hands feel so fucking good on me.”
“My tongue will feel even better,” I say as I get up on my knees.
We’re both kneeling now, my hand still wrapped around him, before I drag him slowly through my sex because the thought of tasting us both on his cock made my clit throb with excitement.
“Get off the bed and stand there.” I point toward the end of the bed, and he nods in understanding before listening to my request. I lay down on my back, letting my head hang off the side of the bed, allowing his eyes to feast on my naked body while he fucks my face.
“You look so goddamn sexy spread out on my bed like this. This image is going to be seared into my brain for-fucking-ever.”
I grab him by his ass, pulling him closer to my face before sucking him into my mouth, and he wastes no time leaning over and running his fingers through my pussy.
At first, I control the pace of how he fucks my mouth.
He pushes a little, but I can tell he’s trying to restrain from pushing too hard down my throat.
I move back a little farther over the edge of the bed so I can get more of his dick into my mouth.
“Your mouth is so fucking good,” he says, pulling his hand away from my pussy to stand up straighter, I imagine. “Fuck… wait a second,” he says and pulls himself out of my mouth.
I frown in response, believing he wouldn’t have pulled out until after he came. He quickly crosses the room to his pants on the floor, grabs his phone, and returns to where he was standing. “Can I take a picture? I’ll delete it after…”
“Yes, hell yes.” I nod, thinking about how hot it would look in this position. From his angle, the camera probably won’t be able to see my face, but it will see my whole body. He settles back over my face and feeds me his dick again.
“Jesus, you look so fucking hot like this.” He must have turned up the volume because I hear his camera taking a lot of pictures.
I feel his hands on my tits, down my torso, and between my legs, and at one point, I can feel him spreading me open, and the thought that he’s taking all of these sinfully erotic pictures makes me even wetter.
At one point, he falls out of my mouth, and then I feel his tongue rubbing along my pussy before dipping inside me.
“Oh God… did you take a picture of your mouth… on me?”
“I took a video of that,” he groans, and I gasp at the thought of being able to see a close-up shot of his tongue licking my clit.
“Holy shit…. I can’t wait to watch that.”
“You want more?”
“Yes, please, Mr. Kincaid,” I moan, and then I hear a vibration against my clit like he’s humming. My eyes roll back, and I find his cock again, licking a long path up his shaft but not sucking him back in. “That feels so good.” I feel his fingers again, gliding through my wet slit.
“You have the prettiest pussy. My God,” he says. His mouth glides up my body, stopping at both of my breasts and leaving gentle teasing licks on my nipples. “Perfect tits.” I feel a gentle smack against one of them before his mouth engulfs my entire breast.
I rub my thighs together because his lips on my nipples have sent a jolt of electricity to my clit, and I’m desperate to feel some friction against it.
I feel myself nearing the edge, so I suck his dick back in my mouth to focus on that in hopes that it will hold off my orgasm a little longer. “Fuck my face, Mr. Kincaid.”
“Oh fuuuuck,” he groans as he begins to control the speed of the thrusts for the first time.
He stands fully erect, effectively removing his hands from my slit.
“Touch your pretty cunt. I want to see you get off while your lips are wrapped around my dick, baby.” I do as he says, rubbing my fingers against my clit before dipping inside every few strokes.
“That’s such a good fucking girl,” he says, and the hoarseness of his voice slithers across me like he’d licked the words into my skin.
“You’re going to make me fucking come,” he moans as his thrusts get even harder and deeper, and I can practically feel him down my throat.
My eyes water, but I don’t dare tell him to stop.
As a matter of fact, the feeling spurs me on to rub myself harder.
“You’re doing so good, sucking me off like this,” he says, and I can feel him pulse and throb just as his speed increases.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, oh fuck, right there,” he groans and erupts, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into my mouth that I swallow down eagerly.
The sounds of my mouth against his dick serve as the only sound in the room as I suck him dry.
I continue rubbing myself through his orgasm, feeling my own climax hovering just out of reach.
He pulls himself out of my mouth and pulls me down the bed so my head isn’t hanging off before his mouth is between my legs again. It only takes a few licks before I’m coming against his mouth.
God, it never felt like this before.
No one has ever made me feel like this before.
It was like a mix between this animalistic, nasty fucking and sensual lovemaking.
He’s on me a second after I finish coming down, his lips pressed against mine as his dick, which surprisingly does not feel soft, rubs against me. “You came like that, and you can go again already?”
“Something about you,” he groans into my neck. “You make me fucking insatiable. I could fuck you for the next week, and it wouldn’t be enough.”
“I want to watch what you filmed,” I tell him, grabbing his discarded phone from the bed and handing it to him.
He scrolls to where he started taking pictures and hands me his phone before moving to sit behind me on the bed.
He pulls me so my back is resting against his chest before he grabs my legs, putting them behind his thighs to completely open me up.
Cool air hits my still hot wet flesh, reigniting some of the aftershocks from my orgasm.
His fingers slowly drag down my body before two fingers press hard on my clit.
“I want to feel how wet you get when you see how hot you are,” he growls low in my ear before his lips drag down my neck, and I gasp when I see the first photo.
He’s standing over me, my head between his legs, and my tits on full display.
In the first photo, my leg is bent, so you can’t make out much between my legs.
But in the next photo, my leg is down, giving a clear view of my pussy.
I scroll through, going through pictures of just my tits, my pussy, and a few of only my neck and his thighs.
The photo is sexy and erotic without actually showing anything.
“Your body is so gorgeous. I love touching it. Tasting it.” He bites down on my shoulder before soothing the sting of his teeth with his tongue.
His fingers are still playing with my clit as I swipe to the next picture, and I gasp when it’s one of the videos, which is a very up-close video of his mouth against my pussy.
“God, that’s hot,” he moans, rubbing me harder. “Look how wet you are.” I watch in fascination as he opens me up with one hand and drags his tongue slowly along my slit before swirling around my clit.