Page 115 of Moros

I’m greedy.

I was hungry for her—starving for her taste.

I made her come again and again and again—I made her break until all she could do was lay in the bed of my trunk, convulsing just because the breeze blew across her skin.

“Do you want time to catch your breath?” I demanded, undoing my belt then lying on my back beside her.

“More.” She panted.

“Stand up.”

“Khadri—”

“Get—up.”

Whimpering, she used the side of the truck to push herself to her feet. I lifted one of her legs over my head to the other side and stuck my tongue out at her.

“Huh?” She looked down at me, dazed confusion in her gaze.

“Have a seat.”

Ryanne hesitated.

“Baby, I could suffocate you.” Ryanne told me, trying to back away.

I caught her ass in my palms, holding her in place.

“Look at me.” I ordered her.

When she did again, I smiled.

“If it happens, it happens.” I growled. “Sit.”

Her knees wobbled and she slowly lowered herself to my face. Moaning, I clutched her hips to control my air as I drove my tongue into her again.

I wish I could see the way her body looked, sitting on her throne. I wanted to watch her beautiful breasts shake as she rode my tongue, and screamed so loud, it echoed around us.

The thought of her reaching back to press her palms to my stomach as her eyes closed made me harder and harder until even the wind against the tender head of my cock made me want to come.

She shouted her orgasm and all I could do in response is lift her from my tongue, down my frame and onto my dick.

I licked her from my lips, feeling myself pulse even as I reached for her breasts again and began driving my hips up and deeper inside her.

“Khadri, I think—I can’t again.”

“Yes, you can.” I sat up and wrapped my arms around her to press her ass down. “Fuck me.”

Her weight on me, over me was glorious. But something was missing—something was definitely missing.

Reaching up, I undid the front button of her dress. I tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts then smiled.

They bounced with her motion and unlike the first time we were together, she didn’t try hiding herself from me. Completely gone, I settled back, allowed them to hypnotize me as she rode me harder and faster.

An engine sounded from somewhere in my daze and she gasped. Immediately, she began trying to fix herself but I took her palms and restrained them behind her back.

“Don’t stop.” I rolled my hips upward, hitting her spot, making her moan.

“But people?—”