The Marriage Contract by Natasha Black (best novels for teenagers TXT) 📕

bedroom, and he shut the door behind us. The light from the bathroom cast just enough light to create deep shadows, and as he stalked toward my grinning face, only half of his was visible. He tore off his shirt as he walked toward me, and by the time our lips crushed into one another, he was already reaching for his pants button. Our lips parted and our tongues flicked and wrestled with one another. My arms flung tightly around his neck, and when his pants were unbuttoned, he reached for my ass, picking me up and walking me to the wall.

Matt set me down on my feet as he yanked on my sweatpants, pooling them at my feet. I kicked them away, and he knelt before me, pulling down my panties in one movement. He didn’t wait for them to come off all the way. They were at my knees when he dove into my hot, throbbing pussy, sliding his tongue between my thighs and bringing it up to tease my clit. I cried out in surprise, and he used one hand to push me in the center of my chest against the wall, the other to part my legs.

As soon as my legs were parted, he brought one finger to my opening and swirled the juices there, wetting his fingertip. Then he pressed into me, driving his digit deep inside and drawing another yelp from high in my chest.

I was completely at his mercy, but I wanted more, so I pulled on the wrist of the hand that held me to the wall and raised it up to my mouth. I took one finger into my mouth, simulating the sensation of his cock, and I groaned as he licked me. Having him inside me in both places and his tongue flicking the sensitive pearl in the center brought me immediately to a powerful climax.

My hips began to buck, and my legs shook as I neared an orgasm, and he increased the speed of his tongue. His fingertip inside brushed my upper wall, and I came as I moaned onto his finger. He lapped me up, seeming like he was relishing in the taste of me before moving back up my body. I pulled off the shirt and tossed it away as he neared my breasts. The clasp for my bra was in the front, and he made short work of it, letting it fall open like a loose jacket and revealing my heavy, swinging breasts.

He took one to his lips while his finger stayed inside me, and I reached for his pants. As he paid attention to my chest, I maneuvered his jeans off his hips, and his boxers revealed his massive cock and its hardness. I dove my hand inside, stroking him from the base and pulling the tip out of the top of them. He groaned and pulled them down with his free hand, and I knelt in front of him.

When his boxers were kicked away, I pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Walking on my knees, I placed myself between his legs and pulled my hair into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. His cock was throbbing and thick, and I clasped it with one hand before diving my mouth over it eagerly. My tongue slid along the bottom of him, feeling every ridge and wrinkle until he reached the back of my throat, and I held his hips as I pressed myself further down. I wanted to take all of him.

My hand clasped at the base of him, and I stroked as I moved my lips up the shaft to the head. I opened my mouth and let my tongue rest there before swirling it around him and diving back down. He let out a moan of appreciation as I repeated the movement over and over. I loved pleasuring him that way and loved even more when he took control.

One hand gripped my hair and began to guide me in faster motions. Soon he was pulling me up and down, and I relaxed my neck, letting him use my mouth to pleasure him. Giving in so completely was freeing and sexy, and I let my hand fall between my thighs to touch myself. As I dipped my fingers inside myself, he held me in place and thrust his cock deep into my mouth.

“Yes, Chloe, just like that,” he commanded, and I responded by tightening my hand over his base and flicking my tongue on his head as he entered me over and over.

Suddenly, he came in a powerful explosion, and I took it all deeply in my throat. I stroked him and bobbed, emptying him, moaning in appreciation. Yet, he remained hard. I stood, wiping my lips with my hand, and he pulled me to turn around. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and I maneuvered so that my legs were between his and my pussy brushed against the head of his cock.

With a slow, languid motion, I sank down, feeling his still-throbbing cock press deep into my soaking, hot pussy inch by inch. I cried out as he reached my walls and stretched them, making room for his thick rod. I sank all the way down onto him, and then his hands gripped my hips. With grunts of effort, he pushed and pulled me onto him, and I braced myself by holding on to his knees.

He pulled me to ride him like that for some time, and I felt the tension beginning to build. Then, pulling me down deeply over him, he grabbed me around the waist and maneuvered me so I fell back. Placing one hand on each side of him behind me, I put my feet on the edge of the bed and began to ride him from on top. His hands slid up my sides and kneaded my breasts as I thrust down onto him.

I caught my breath just