Duke of Manhattan

Her muscles under me relaxed and I pushed in farther.

She let go of her knees and grabbed at my elbows, her eyes opening wide. She didn’t ask me to stop, but I wasn’t sure what she wanted. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Yes.” Her breathy answer seemed to channel the blood to my dick.

Slowly, she let me in. Holy fuck, she was tight.

“Jesus, beautiful,” I said as I was as deep as I could go. “You’re perfect.”

She took a breath. “You’re big. I wasn’t sure if you’d . . .”

“Feel good?” I asked.

She rolled her lips together. I released the base of my cock and pressed my thumb against her clit.

“No, don’t. I’m—”

I paused. “No?”

“It’s just, I’m so full. And if you . . . I’m going to come again.”

Oh wow. Yeah, I liked this woman.

I moved my thumb back and forth as her breathing became heavier, more labored. I wasn’t moving my cock at all. It just stayed sunk in her, feeling every contraction of her pussy. Sitting there getting my dick milked by her, not using anything other than my thumb, if I didn’t think of something else, I might very well be coming with her.

I wanted to draw this out, make it last.

Her hands left my arms and grabbed the sofa cushions either side of her as she arched her back and screamed.

The sensation of her orgasming around me dissolved my ability to hold back and I began to move. Small slow movements, pulling in and pushing out, watching her as she floated down to earth.

Her head turned one way and the other. “So good,” she mumbled.

It was all the encouragement I needed, and I picked up the pace.

I liked to see women from every angle. Liked lots of different positions. But tonight I was content to just watch her pleasure trickle across her face, feel her body shudder as I plunged into her.

She pushed to her elbows, glancing down at where we joined. I leaned forward to kiss her, and she thread her fingers through my hair, pushing her breasts against my chest.

I groaned, the tips of her nipples grazing against my skin.

“You feel so good,” she said, pulling away from my mouth.

I reached behind and under her ass. “Back at you.”

I’d begun to pant. The change in angle, the press of her skin against mine, the way she looked at me as if she trusted me—it was all pushing me forward, upward. “You thought I wouldn’t fit.” I licked up her neck. “But you got so wet for me.”

She met my thrust, and I could feel the end of her.

She wrapped her arms around me, her nails digging in to the skin of my back.

She let out a long, drawn-out vowel sound. But I wanted to hear her say my name.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, pressing my thumbs into the soft flesh beneath her hips and rocking her toward me.

“I want to come again.”

I pulled her closer. I wanted to come so badly, but I wanted to make this last forever. “Ask me nicely,” I choked out.

Her voice started in a rumble. “Please, Ryder, make me come again.”

My name on her lips was all it took. She braced her hand against my chest, throwing her head back as her orgasm claimed her.

The sheen of her skin, the heave of her chest—the squeeze of her coming around my dick. It was all I could think of as my need for release, my need for her, took over and I gripped tighter, pushed harder—slammed into her again and again.

As I glanced down, her wide eyes and half-open mouth ripped my climax from me.

I grunted as I poured into her.

Her body relaxed against me and instead of extracting myself from her touch, I pulled her close, our heartbeats running next to each other.

She trailed her index finger across my inner elbow and I had to concentrate so I didn’t shudder.

I needed to move, lie down. I slipped my hands back under her ass and lifted her up. I pulled off the condom and discarded it. Swooping to grab the two unopened packets that lay scattered on the couch, I headed to my bedroom. Her legs fit snugly around my waist, her breath on my neck making my cock jump even as I walked.

I flipped on the bedside lights and sat down on the bed, Scarlett’s legs on either side of me. I lay back, pulling her with me.

“You’ve exhausted me,” I said.

She rolled to my side, sweeping her hand across my chest. “Really?” she asked as she trailed her nails gently up my cock—dangerous and just what I wanted. Fuck, she was wicked. She sat up and leaned across my body to take me in her mouth. I don’t know what possessed me—I rarely said no to a woman’s lips around my cock—but I pulled her up and rolled her to her side, facing away from me. My fingers found her clit and without me having to ask, she reached back and fisted my dick.

Her grip was perfect.

I moved my hips, pushing through her tight hand as I swept her hair from her neck and pressed my lips just above her shoulder. I wanted to taste every inch of her body. I sucked and she cried out, renewed wetness coating my fingers. We rocked backward and forward, until I was overcome with that same urge to be inside her.

I grabbed the condom packet and ripped it open. Rolling onto my back, I slid the latex on. I glanced back at her. She’d moved to her stomach, her rounded ass leading down to her swollen pussy.

She really was the perfect fuck.

I reached between her legs, circling her entrance before prizing open her cheeks and trailing my fingers up to her asshole. She groaned and I couldn’t wait a second longer. I straddled her and pushed my dick into her pussy, watching her ass squeeze and release under my fingers. I increased the pressure and she whimpered as she swallowed the tip of my thumb.

“Oh God,” she mumbled into the mattress, squeezing my cock and my thumb so hard I thought I’d explode. I clenched my jaw and tried to focus on my breathing, pushing my body deeper into hers.

She reached behind her, trying to bat my hand away, then pushed herself up on the bed. “Please, Ryder. I can’t handle—I think I’ll pass out if you don’t move your hand. I mean I’d die happy but fuck, it’s too much all at once.”

I chuckled and relented, removing my hand and shifting us until I was on my knees and she sat impaled on my cock facing away from me, her legs on either side of mine. It was better—having more of her touching more of me.

She surrounded every part of my dick and her head tipped back onto my shoulder, her mouth on my jaw. The rhythm was just right, her sounds as loud as I’d hoped, and I let myself enjoy her and that moment hoping I could draw it out—make it last forever. It might have been seconds or days but it was perfect. She was just perfect.

Her whispers were just what I needed to hear. “Oh, God, Ryder, yes.” She made me forget everything.

We were both wound so tight we were about to snap. She broke first, whimpering into my mouth, stretching her body against mine as I felt her begin to fall. I couldn’t wait a moment longer and I pushed up, erupting into her.

Fuck. Me.

Yes.

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