35. Lee #3
Van stopped without me having to tell him. I took a slow breath and gave my body a second to catch up. Once the tightness started to ease, I moved my hips underneath him, wanting the rest.
“Keep going.”
He did, slowly at first, watching my face as he eased deeper. I held onto his shoulders until the discomfort faded and all I could feel was how full he made me.
This nigga was big.
I tightened my legs around him and pulled him closer. Van lowered his mouth to mine as he started moving with more confidence, his strokes deep and steady, one hand gripping my thigh while the other stayed planted beside my head.
Somewhere in the middle of it, I stopped thinking about my stomach, my breasts, or whether sex was supposed to feel different after having Myles. I wasn’t comparing him to JB either. I was right there with Van, and that was exactly where I wanted to be.
His hand tightened around my thigh, and his rhythm slipped for half a second.
“Damn, Lee.” He pushed into me deep and stayed there. “This pussy good as fuck.”
I dug my heels into his back and pulled him closer. “Then don’t stop.”
Van groaned and dropped his mouth to my breast, catching one nipple between his lips. He sucked hard enough to make me arch into him, and when his teeth grazed it, my pussy tightened around his dick.
A little milk leaked against his tongue, but he didn’t slow down. If anything, he sucked harder, and between his mouth on my breast and the way he kept filling me, I could feel myself getting close fast.
I wrapped my legs tighter around him and started meeting every stroke, chasing the feeling as the pressure built low in my stomach. I was right there when Van suddenly pulled out.
“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.”
“Baby, please.”
Instead of giving me what I wanted, Van bent down and kissed the back of my thigh, then worked his way higher, taking his sweet-ass time while I was still throbbing from how close he had gotten me.
“Van…”
His hands spread my thighs wider before his tongue found me again, and I dropped my forehead against the mattress.
I was already too sensitive from the first orgasm, and he knew it. He teased me slowly, giving me just enough to keep me right there before backing off whenever my hips started moving harder against him.
“Please,” I breathed again.
Van’s hand tightened around my thigh, holding me exactly where he wanted me. I couldn’t take it anymore and reached between my legs, but he caught my wrist before I could touch myself and pulled my hand away.
“Uh-uh.”
I looked back at him, breathing hard. “Van.”
He came up behind me slowly, his chest pressing against my back while one hand slid around my waist. I could feel his dick against my ass, hard as hell and close enough to make me push back into him on instinct.
Van held my hips still. “You want this dick that bad?”
“Yes.”
His mouth brushed my ear. “Then quit rushing me.”
I had officially had enough of Evander Coleman and his damn rules.
Before he could start teasing me again, I turned around, pushed him flat onto his back, and climbed over him. Van let me do it too, just lying there watching while I reached between us and wrapped my hand around him.
I guided him where I wanted him and lowered myself onto him slowly. The first stretch made me stop and breathe, but I wasn’t getting off this man now. I kept going, taking a little more at a time until I finally had all of him inside me.