CHAPTER 47
RYAN’S POV
She was already bouncing on my cock like she was damn made for it, like her body was carved just to fit around me, her pussy gripping me so tightly I could feel every hot, wet ripple as she moved up and down with wild, reckless need, and her perfect breasts were jiggling with every bounce, every slam of her hips, smacking against her chest so beautifully that I couldn’t stop myself, I completely lost it. I reached up, grabbed both of them in my hands, and squeezed them, filling my palms with the softest, most addictive flesh I’d ever touched in my entire damn life. I was groaning into her skin like a man starved, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples as she moaned my name so loud, so breathless, it felt as if she was chanting it just to push me closer to the edge.
“Ryannnn,” she gasped out, breath catching on her tongue as she kept riding me hard, her ass slapping down on my thighs over and over, making the most deliciously obscene sounds echo through the room. My hands were still on her tits, thumbs and fingers working her nipples until she whimpered, her head falling back, mouth open in this raw, perfect expression of pure pleasure.
I couldn’t handle it.
I grabbed her face, kissed her like I needed her to breathe, like I was drowning and she was my only air, kissing her with so much hunger it was like I’d lose my mind if I didn’t feel her lips on mine. She moaned into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck so tight, dragging me even closer while our sweaty chests were pressed together and her nipples scraped against me, hot and stiff and needy. And then she spat in her hand, reached down between us, rubbing her clit like she knew exactly how to push herself over the edge, her fingers circling, teasing, playing with that sensitive little bud while my cock was buried so deep inside her I could barely think straight.
“Shit… Anna…” I groaned again, my voice broken, shaking, desperate. I grabbed her waist with one hand, guiding her rhythm, making her bounce faster, harder, rougher. My other hand stayed on her tit, squeezing and playing with her nipple until she cried out and leaned forward, pushing her breast into my mouth. I bit it, softly at first, then harder, letting my teeth sink in just enough to make her scream.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come–fuck, Ryan, don’t stop–don’t stop–please–please don’t stop-” she begged, voice cracking, full of nothing but need and heat and desperation.
And I didn’t. I just couldn’t. I held her waist tighter, my hips bucking up into her, slamming into her from underneath while she rode herself into a full–blown, toe–curling orgasm. Her body trembled all over, thighs shaking like crazy, pussy pulsing around me like it was sucking me deeper, wetter, tighter with every wave. Her nails scratched down my back and she screamed my name like she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
But she didn’t stop.
Even as her body shook from the aftershocks, she turned around slowly, still keeping me inside her
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and slid her legs around to straddle me in a revers fucking cowboy style, and I nearly lost it from
the sight alone. Her back arched, her hair falling down her spine, and she grabbed my thighs to
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steady herself as she started moving again, grinding her hips in slow, filthy circles that made my eyes roll back.
“Fuuuuck…” I hissed, my hands flying back to her bouncing tits, now swinging even harder in this position. I reached around her, found her clit again, and started rubbing it fast while she rode me like she was trying to break me. Harder. Rougher. Foster. My cock was buried so deep, and her ass was slamming into me like she was making sure to wreck me for anyone else.
“Baby–you’re so so deep–oh my god—Ryan–yes–just like that don’t fucking stop-” she cried, and it made me groan so loud I didn’t care if the whole damn building heard us.
I was losing my fucking mind.
She was so tight. So wet. So unbelievably hot around me. Every time she slammed down on me, it felt as if my soul was being yanked out through my cock. She was everything. She was too fucking much. I couldn’t breathe properly. Couldn’t even think straight. All I could do was feel her skin, her warmth, the way her muscles clenched around me like a tight vice.
“Anna–shit–baby–I’m close–I’m so so close,” groaned, trying to slow her down, trying to grab her waist and lift her off me so I could pull out but she kept going. She kept grinding, kept moving, kept fucking me like her life depended on it. I was panting, sweating, trembling. “Anna- get off—fuck—I’m gonna come–I swear–I’m gonna come–we’re not protected—please, baby, get off-”
But she didn’t listen.
She turned her head slightly, eyes half–lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and she said it so softly so sweetly, it damn near shattered me. “I don’t care… come inside me… just come, please… I want to feel it–feel you–fill me up, Ryan–don’t pull out–please-”
And that was it.
“Fuuuuck–Anna-“I choked, my whole body locking up, every muscle clenching as I came so hard it was like my entire world exploded. My cock throbbed and pulsed deep inside her, filling her up with every drop, and she came right after, crying out so loudly her voice cracked again, her pussy clenching around me like she was milking every ounce out of me.
We both shook as we rode out the climax together, my arms wrapping around her from behind, dragging her flush against my chest while we panted and gasped like we’d just barely survived something dangerous.
And I didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t.
I stayed inside her, held her tightly, my lips brushing; the soft skin of her back as I whispered, “I can’t live without you… I swear to God, Anna… You mean everything to me… every fucking thing.”
And that was the truth.
