Chapter 249: Riding him

Chapter 249: Riding him

Leo

Miller fucked me against the door like that with hard, powerful thrusts that made the wood creak loudly under the force and my moans echo shamelessly through the entire room. Each sharp snap of his hips sent bright sparks of intense pleasure racing up my spine in waves that left me gasping for air.

My cock dragged messily against the smooth wood with every single movement, leaking steadily and leaving shiny, wet trails behind on the surface. The angle was absolutely perfect, hitting that sweet spot inside me over and over again until my legs shook violently and my voice cracked brokenly every time I moaned his name.

No one had ever topped me before. No one but Miller was now the beautiful exception. And it felt so incredibly good that I enjoyed every single powerful thrust he gave me, my body opening up eagerly for him.

We didn’t last long in that position.

Miller pulled out suddenly, spun me around again, and lifted me effortlessly off the ground. My back hit the door once more as he held me up, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and he thrust back inside me in one smooth, devastating motion. The new angle was even deeper, hitting places inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. I clung desperately to Miller’s broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, crying out with every powerful snap of his hips.

"Miller... I’m gonna..."

"Come for me," he growled, biting down firmly on my neck just below my ear.

I came hard, spilling messily between our stomachs with a broken, shattered shout. My body clenched rhythmically around him, and Miller followed seconds later, burying himself as deep as possible and groaning my name loudly as he filled me with pulse after pulse of hot release.

We stayed locked together like that for a long, trembling moment, panting harshly against each other before he carried me on shaky legs to the bed. He laid me down gently and settled comfortably between my spread thighs again.

This time it was slower, far more intimate. He pushed inside me with care, his eyes locked tenderly on mine as he rocked deep and steady. We kissed through every single thrust, our hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies, skin sliding hot and slick together. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, my heels digging into his back, urging him even deeper.

Later, he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up so I was on my knees. He took me from behind again, one hand braced beside my head, the other reaching around to stroke me back to full hardness. The new position allowed him to hit even deeper, and I moaned loudly into the pillow, pushing back eagerly to meet every powerful thrust.

Then I spun him around and whispered slowly into his ear, my voice husky with fresh desire. "I want to ride you. Let me ride you this time."

I pushed him flat onto his back and climbed on top, straddling his hips. I took my time slicking his cock again, stroking him slowly until he was rock hard and leaking. Once he had surrendered to my touch, I positioned myself carefully and sank down onto him in one long, glorious slide. The feeling of him filling me so completely from this angle made my eyes roll back in pleasure.

I braced my hands on his chest and started riding him with deep, sensual rolls of my hips, grinding down so his cock rubbed perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me with every movement.

"Watch me take you," I whispered, my voice hoarse with need.

I sank down slowly, inch by devastating inch. The thick head of his cock breached me first, stretching my rim with a burning, delicious pressure that pulled a broken moan from my throat. I paused, breathing through it, then continued lowering myself. Every ridge, every vein dragged along my sensitive inner walls as I took him deeper. When my ass finally met his pelvis and he was buried to the hilt inside me, we both groaned loudly. The fullness was overwhelming. He was so deep, so thick, pressing right against that perfect spot that made my vision spark white.

"Fuck, Leo, you will be the death of me," Miller panted, his hands flying up to grip my hips hard enough to bruise.

I rolled my hips in slow, luxurious circles first, grinding down so his cock rubbed relentlessly against my prostate with every motion. The pleasure built gradually. It was hot and electric, spreading through my belly and down my thighs. Sweat beaded on my forehead even with how cool the air was. I was burning for Miller.

I rode him like I had been waiting for this moment my entire life. Then I lifted myself slowly until only the swollen head remained inside me, then slammed back down hard, taking every thick inch in one smooth, filthy stroke. I did that again and again.

Each downward thrust made wet, obscene slapping sounds fill the room. My thighs burned beautifully with the effort, muscles flexing and trembling as I rode him faster, my hips snapping down with growing desperation. Sweat slicked my chest and dripped onto his abs. Miller’s hands tightened on my waist, guiding me, sometimes thrusting up sharply to meet me so his cock drove impossibly deeper, punching against my prostate with every powerful upward snap.

"Like that— yes, fuck, just like that," I gasped, my head falling back as I bounced on his cock. My own dick slapped wetly against his stomach with every movement, leaving shiny streaks of precum. I leaned forward suddenly, changing the angle, and captured his mouth in a messy kiss. Our tongues tangled sloppily while I kept riding him harder, grinding in tight circles when I bottomed out, then lifting and slamming down again with brutal force.

Miller groaned into my mouth, one hand sliding up to fist my hair, the other slapping my ass hard enough to sting in the most delicious way. "You’re so fucking perfect," he panted against my lips between kisses. "Ride me, baby. Use me. Take everything you need."

His words brought out the fire in me. I sat up straighter, planted my hands firmly on his chest for leverage, and started fucking myself on him. I lifted almost all the way off, then slammed back down, taking him to the hilt over and over. My thighs screamed with exertion, but the pleasure was overwhelming, bordering on too much. Every brutal downward thrust dragged his cock perfectly over my prostate, making my vision blur and my moans turn into broken, shameless cries.

I didn’t stop riding him. I went faster, deeper, with punishing bounces that made the bed creak loudly beneath us. Sweat poured down my back and chest, trailing down to my cock. "Fuck, this is crazy! This is amazing!" I screamed out loud in pleasure.