Thigh Riding Novels & Stories

She made sure to angle her body so that her clit was stimulated to the fullest. "Ngh...Ah! Raven!" She drooled at his name, imagining that it was Raven who was playing with her clit, making out with her folds the way he makes out with her lips. It wasn't enough. Therese got up on her knees, the pillow still between her legs. He spread her legs apart as she lifted her ass in the air while she rode the soft fabric in steady rhythm. The position was delicious. It was like she was riding a horse and letting herself get carried away by the sensation.

By the time I slide between his legs and take him in my mouth he’s breathing like he ran a marathon, his hips jerking, groaning my name like it’s the only word he remembers. I climb back up, roll the condom on, teasing him until he hisses, then sink down in one smooth move. Riding him is what I do best. I ride him like I own him, my hips rolling, rising and falling, one hand rubbing my clit while the other braces on his chest. His palms grip my ass, spanking lightly every time I grind down, the little stings shooting straight to my core. We come together. It's loud, messy, my head thrown back, his groan vibrating against my throat as he pulses inside me.

The moment she was in front of me, I wasted no time in pulling her onto only one of my thighs so she was straddling it. “You’re going to ride my thigh,” I rasped, gripping her waist harder. “Until you come.”

My hands braced on his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my palms as I bounced on his thighs, riding his dick. My legs were still weak and I couldn't for the life of me get them to move the way I wanted to. "Theo," My voice came out breathy. "I can't..my legs," "You can." His hands guided my hips, helping me move. "Just like that, Christ, Lia!." I ground down on him, circling my hips. His cock hit that spot deep and a whimper escaped my throat as I tried to ride him faster. "God, look at you." Theodore's gaze was molten hot. "Fuck I love seeing those tits bounce."

Her juices soaked his thigh through the thin cotton of her panties. “Ride it,” he ordered. She gawked at him. "What?” “Ride. My. Thigh.” His eyes burned. “You want me? Prove it.” Heat flooded her body. She should have been embarrassed, but instead her hips moved before she could stop them, sliding forward over the rough denim. The friction made her moan. Her naughty sounds grew louder when he flexed his thigh. “Fuck, E-Ethan,” She gasped, clinging to him, rubbing her sensitive pussy on his thigh.

She climbed into my lap, straddling me, skirt riding up her thighs. “Fuck me,” she said, voice breaking. “Please just fuck me.” I lost the fight. My hands went to her hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. I lifted her just enough to line up, then pulled her down onto me in one smooth thrust. She cried out, head falling back as she took every inch. She started riding immediately, hard, frantic, hips snapping down again and again. Her breasts bounced with every move, nipples hard and begging. I dropped the seat back, giving us more room, and reached around her from behind, palms cupping her breasts, thumbs rolling over the peaks. She moaned louder, grinding down harder.

"How is that possible?" "Just try it," I said rather loudly. Skylar complied. Otherwise maybe I would’ve really put her down. "Well, yeah, like that. It's easier to do without a saddle, right?" Skylar nodded slowly but her leg position was still wrong which made Nebula misinterpret the command. "Then now let your legs hang naturally and avoid gripping with your knees or legs. If you grip him, it can lead to stiffness and can signal him to go faster." "Like this?"

The fullness was exquisite, bordering on overwhelming. She began to ride him, rolling her hips in a sensual rhythm at first, savoring the drag of his cock against her inner walls. Liam's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements. "That's it, baby. Ride me," he urged, voice gravelly. She picked up speed, bouncing harder, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. The slap of skin on skin echoed loudly. Liam thrust up to meet her, hitting deep, making her see stars.

He was not done yet. We rested for only a few minutes. Then he made me ride him. I straddled his hips and sank down onto his still hard cock. It felt even thicker this way. I rode him slow at first, then faster, bouncing on his thick shaft while he held my waist and thrust up to meet me.

Strong arms wrapped around my waist and thighs as he lifted me effortlessly. He sat down on the bathroom floor, back against the wall, and pulled me onto his lap facing away from him. I straddled him, sinking back down onto his cock in one smooth motion. The new angle made him feel even bigger, deeper. “Ride me, baby girl,” he ordered, hands gripping my hips. I rocked my hips immediately, bouncing on his thick length. He thrust up hard to meet me, fucking me from below while I rode him like my life depended on it.