Page 37 of Rattle the Cage

“Oh…” Tess groaned, distracted by the pleasure.

A smile took over my face as I felt how dripping wet she was. “You’ve been thinking about me.”

Shaking her head, Tess wasn’t going to confess just yet. “No… it was the burrito.”

I’ll make her admit it before I let her out of my sight.

I reached for the zipper on my jeans before plunging my hand into my boxers and pulling out the long, hard dildo I’d kept hidden in them. Letting the strap rest between Tess’s clit and mine, I watched her look down at it.

“It’s so big.” She swallowed hard, letting her hand fall to my dick. Rubbing her fingers along the long shaft, Tess watched as the base of the toy pushed into my center. A growl escaped my chest as a wave of pleasure rushed through me.

I could see how hungry she was to be filled.

“Your hands are so pretty on my strap, Sweet Lamb.”

Grabbing the dick with one hand and lifting her up slightly with the other, I guided the rounded tip of my strap to her folds. I let the silicone get drenched in her excitement, slipping around her pink lips.

Her head rolled back as I teased her entrance with the tip.

Once it was soaked in her, I pressed it into her pussy. I used my grip on her hips to guide her down.

“Oh my fuck…”

“That’s it, baby.” I soothed.

As soon as her hips met mine, I let myself thrust into her. I was slow at first, letting her adjust to my size.

“You’re taking me so well.”

Tess’s head rolled back as her hips began to grind against my force. “Nash…”

Soaking my strap, she started to bounce on it. No more warmups, her fevered movements grew with each passing stroke.

I used my left arm to hold up her back, spider web tattoos aligning with her spine, while the lightning bolts on my right arm jolted toward her grinding hips.

As her excitement grew, Tess pressed one of her palms into my chest. The pressure made my body fill with anticipation.

“Ride it, Sweet Lamb.” I growled as I brought my lips back to hers.

My wet tongue and thick strap made her moans grow to screams as she rode me.

Thrusting harder, I let her bounce along to my movements.

“Fuck, Nash.” She planted her other palm into the roof of the Cadillac, trying to steady herself as her orgasm hurtled closer.

“Good girl.” My tongue licked up the skin of her chest, exposed under her half-zipped tracksuit sweater.

“Oh, god… Daddy.” The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body as I pressed deeper into her.

“Fuck, I love the way that sounds on your lips.” I growled as my rhythm picked up, I couldn’t control myself. Not when she was going to start calling me that.

My moans grew as the pressure on my clit made my body ache to please her.

With her head rolled back, Tess began to shudder. Her body grew tight, muscles tensing as she slowed down. But I kept moving for her, guiding her hips with my hand as I pushed my strap deeper.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” She whimpered as she came on me. Her pussy tightened around my cock as she released, forcing the base of the strap to press into me.

“Oh, fuck.” I growled as my own orgasm followed.