Chapter 8: Riding Him (Cowgirl & Doggy)

Elena’s body still trembled beneath Jake, her pussy fluttering in the aftershocks of that first deep orgasm, his thick cock buried to the hilt and pulsing hot inside her. The thin motel wall carried Ryan’s steady snores like a ticking clock. Her legs were still locked around Jake’s waist, but the need inside her had only sharpened. Guilt still clawed at her chest, yet the slick heat between her thighs demanded more.

She pushed at his shoulders, gentle but insistent. “Let me,” she whispered, voice hoarse and raw.

Jake rolled them without pulling out, his hands sliding to her hips as she rose above him. Elena straddled his lap in one smooth motion, knees planted on either side of his ribs. The shift sent his cock even deeper, the head pressing firm against her cervix, and she had to bite her lip hard to trap the moan that wanted to escape. Her heavy breasts swayed with the movement, nipples still tight and dark in the lamplight.

She started slow.

Palms braced on his chest, she rolled her hips in long, grinding circles—deliberate, torturous, letting every inch of his thick length drag along her inner walls. The friction was maddening. Her swollen clit rubbed against the base of his cock on every forward grind, sending sparks shooting up her spine. Wet sounds filled the room—soft, filthy, the slick slide of her soaked pussy working him over and over.

Jake’s hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, but he let her set the pace. His eyes were locked on her face, then lower, watching the way her breasts bounced heavily with each roll, the way her belly tightened, the way her dark hair clung to her damp shoulders. “Fuck, Elena ... look at you,” he breathed, voice strained to a whisper. “So beautiful riding me like this.”