Ryan stayed buried inside me for a long moment after that first slow thrust, letting me feel the full thickness of him stretching my walls, the slight upward curve pressing right against the spot that made my breath hitch.
My legs wrapped loosely around his hips, heels digging into the small of his back. The couch creaked under our combined weight. My p***y was still fluttering from the orgasm he had pulled from me with his mouth, slick and swollen, coating him completely.
He leaned down, forearms braced on either side of my head, caging me in. His mouth hovered over mine, close enough that I could taste my own arousal on his lips when he spoke.
“You feel that?” he murmured, voice gravel-rough. “That’s my c**k splitting this tight little cunt open. You’re so f*****g wet I could slide i
