“Troy—”
“I need to taste you,” he said. Before she could worry any more, he was kneeling down, putting Caitlyn’s legs over his broad shoulders. She was spread wide for him, trembling, and he couldn’t wait to show her how much she meant to him. Troy kissed her sex and then thrust his tongue inside her tight channel, feeling her slick, wet walls tighten around him. She cried out, and then he licked and laved at her, doing everything he could to drive her out of her mind. Caitlyn’s fingernails raked against his hair, and he pushed closer, spreading her even wider to him. His hands gripped her hips as he feasted on her pussy. She was crying out and thrashing on her bed as he held her there, and a moment later, she finally screamed as her orgasm washed over her.
Troy stood and quickly sheathed himself, and then he scooped her up, pulling her astride him as he lay down on her bed. “Oh,” she gasped, feeling his thick cock standing at attention.
“Ride me, Butterfly,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “I want to see those gorgeous breasts bouncing and that red hair flying everywhere as I take you.”
She rubbed her sex against his but paused for a moment, that flush creeping to her chest again. “You want me on top? But…I’ve got big breasts.”
He eyed them. “So you do. I don’t think a man in the world would complain about that, sweetheart.”
“But they’ll—I’ll….” Troy’s gaze softened. She seemed nervous to be on top, but he couldn’t wait to see those full globes bouncing as he bucked into her.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said huskily. “Your skin is peaches and cream, with those dusky nipples and faint freckles everywhere. I want to kiss each and every one.” He lifted her forearm and brushed his mouth across it, just to prove his point. Eyeing her, he slowly kissed his way up her arm and to her chest, sitting up slightly as he went. Caitlyn whimpered, and he sucked one taut bud into his mouth. “That’s it, Butterfly,” he said as she pushed him back down and rose onto her knees.
“You’re sure about this?” she asked.
“Sure I want you on top as I make love to you? Hell, yes.”
He helped her shift upward and then sink down onto his thick length. She was tight—so damn tight. She eased down slowly, and it took everything in him to hold himself still. “Hell,” he gritted out. “You feel amazing.” She finally took all of him, crying out as her clit rubbed against his pelvic bone. He knew she was still swollen and flushed from two orgasms. And he was about to do everything in his power to give her a third. “Come on, Butterfly,” he said as she lightly rubbed against him once more. “Take what you need.”
Caitlyn began to move atop him, her breasts jiggling. Her red waves were tousled around her, and she was so flushed and pretty it made his chest ache. “I love looking at you—watching you,” he assured her. “Ride me, sweetheart.” His hands wrapped around her hips as she began to move, and then he was bucking up into her, helping Caitlyn to find a rhythm. Troy watched in fascination as her breasts bounced up and down, and he smiled at that red hair flowing everywhere. He thrust into her again and again, her body taking his cock. She was wet and warm, absolutely perfect, and he could feel her inner muscles clamping down around him. His thumb slid to her clit, and he began to strum it lightly.
“Troy, my God! Oh!”
He took her faster, harder, taking over even though she was on top. Caitlyn’s hands fell to his chest, like she could hardly hold herself up anymore. That red hair fell around her, tickling his pecs just like he’d imagined. She was soft and sweet and sinful, not even realizing how damn beautiful she was. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Now!”
She cried out, softer than the first several orgasms he’d given her, like her body was surrendering to him—to his touch. To their joining.
Troy’s balls began to tighten, and then unable to stop, he bucked into her harder, pulling her down against him as he thrust up. He released deep in her tight channel, clutching Caitlyn to him. She collapsed on his chest, gasping, and he wrapped both his arms around her, his dick still half-hard inside her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “Troy….”
“I planned to go slow our first time, but I couldn’t hold back,” he admitted, his hands running all over her soft, warm skin.
“Three orgasms wasn’t slow enough for you?” she teased.
He chuckled, letting one hand trail down and cup her ass. He squeezed lightly, possessiveness rolling through him. Caitlyn was his. Her soft, curvy body was draped over his, and he wanted to keep caressing and kissing every single inch of it. She was his woman now—his to protect and cherish. His to pleasure. He could lie here with her wrapped tightly in his arms, his cock still buried inside her, all night long.
“So what do you say?” he murmured into her ear. “Think I can officially call you my girlfriend now?”
“I think that’s a yes,” she said drowsily.
“Mmmm,” he rumbled. “Maybe you need a little more convincing?”
She turned her head, playfully nipping at his neck like he’d done to her earlier. “Give me a few minutes to catch my breath.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he joked.
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