He groaned as I came, low and proud, like he loved watching me break, like this was his favorite part—me completely ruined and babbling and dripping down his chin.
And then I felt him stand.
His mouth left me.
His voice dropped to my ear.
“Now sit that pretty ass on my face and ride it like you’re still mad.”
And I swear, I nearly came again just hearing him say that.
And guess what y’all?
I f*****g sat my thick ass on his face and gave him the ride of his f*****g life.
I climbed over him slowly, dramatically, because I knew he loved the view. My knees framed his head, my thighs still shaking, and my hands rested on the headboard for balance because I already knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself steady once he started eating again.
I looked down at him, and he just smirke
