Part 1: No Regrets(Divine Creek Ranch 2)(85)

“I think you’re incredible.”

The only thing she felt incredible about right now was the turn her life had taken in the last few days. He slid his feet up and raised his knees until she slid all the way onto his cock and leaned forward over him, bracing herself on his chest as he rose up from the bed.

Damn, he is strong!

In a quick maneuver, without breaking the connection, she found herself on her back.

She raised her knees as he looped his forearms under her thighs and spread her legs wide so he could see every inch of her as he slowly pistoned into her depths. Each time he entered her, she felt it all the way to her toes as he dragged over that sweet spot inside of her. Taking her ankles, he placed one at each of his shoulders, freeing his hands to roam over her heated body.



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He squeezed her ass cheeks before sliding his hands up to her breasts as they swayed slowly with his movements.

“Eli?”

“Hmm, baby?”

He reached down and wet his finger in her juices and rubbed over her clit, making her crying out and buck in pleasure. In her current position, he was in control of how much she could move.

“Take me so I know I’m yours. Show me I’m yours.”

He pulled out carefully, left the bed, and went to the closet. He opened the door and carefully positioned it then returned to the bed where he sat on the edge and reached for her. She began to climb into his lap facing him, but he faced her away from him and pulled her back onto his lap, impaling her on his long, thick cock. She gasped at the different sensation as he entered her from the different angle, and then he did something that she didn’t expect.

After she was seated on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, he slid his hands to her knees and parted them. He laid her thighs open over his, and her calves draped on the outside of his calves. She perched there, feeling tiny, in stunned silence at the unspeakable eroticism of the pose she found herself currently in. He spread his knees, splaying her open even wider. She softly wailed at the wild sensuality of the moment, and the desire to move was driving her crazy, but she couldn’t get any leverage. She would need his help for that, but he sat still and quiet.

“Look.” He pointed at the mirror on the inside of the closet door.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

She was splayed so that they could both see. A fresh rush of moisture came to her burning pussy, and he growled deeply in his chest. He slid his big, warm hands down her calves and lifted her ankles until her feet were flat against the side of the mattress. He slid his hands down to her shins and cupped them gently to support her and give her leverage of a sort. He kissed her temple as she watched in the mirror, and she turned her head to kiss his warm, full lips and stroke his chin.

“Do you want to ride me, or do you want me to help you?”

“Hold me tight, okay?” she asked unsure of herself. This was new.



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He squeezed her shins gently and encouraged her. “I’ve got you. Push against the mattress and lift at the same time. I’ll hold you steady. Look in the mirror.”

Rachel looked in the mirror and moaned at the image of the two of them locked together like this. She could clearly see the hilt of his cock pressed inside her, her swollen pussy lips glistening and stretched around him. Yes, she felt completely taken and marked.

All his.

He held her shins with her feet stable against the bed and balanced over his thighs, and she began a slow rise and fall motion over him, gripping his forearms, her shoulders against his chest, watching the entire time. Oh, it felt good, and watching like this made it even more exciting. His cock glistened when she lifted over it, and she could see her juices smeared all over the length of his shaft as she rose over him and glided back down.

As she found her balance, her hands slid to her breasts, and she played with her nipples, dragging on them with her fingertips, pinching them. As she was swept away by the rhythm, she slid her hands into her hair, rising in an arch and falling over and over. She watched the way his face showed his pleasure, his cheeks darkening and his features becoming so tense and focused. His hair was a black pool behind him on the bed as he tilted his head back slightly.

She realized the sound she heard was her moaning loudly. The muscles in her pelvis had begun to tingle and jump, a certain sign of an impending orgasm. She looked in his eyes, and he smiled at her.

“I feel it, baby. Touch yourself for me. Yes, that’s right, baby. If harder and faster is what you want, do it. I’ve got you.”

“Yes! Oh, Eli! Look at us!” She whimpered as she slid her middle fingers through her slit, focusing on that spot alongside her clit that loved stimulation. She slid her clit between two fingers and pinched slightly, her breathing nothing more than high pitched panting.