Her lips curl into a smirk and it’s far sexier than it should be. As I slide through her folds, I smear pre-cum across her skin. I look between us and take in how her pussy is glistening.
It’s too much.
Temptation.
Need.
Promises.
And something more. Something deeper.
“If you don’t fill me with your dick,” she starts to say, but her words melt into a gasp.
All because I pull my hips back until the crown of my cock slides down her slit until I find her entrance. With a smooth thrust of my hips, I’m buried deep inside of her. We let out matching sounds of pure decadence at the sensation.
The prick of her fingernails digging into my shoulders is the only thing grounding me in the moment. As I take a deep breath, I can’t focus on the feeling of her hot, wet pussy wrapped around my length. If I do, I’ll be pumping her full of my cum.
“Feels so damn good, Sweet Girl,” I grit out the words, barely holding myself together.
“I need you to move,” Hollyn demands, but I can’t. Not yet.
“Hollyn,” her name on my lips sounds like a plea. When her green eyes meet mine, my words come out as a growl, “I’m inside of you raw right now. Need to know if that’s okay.” My eyes cross as her pussy squeezes me and I almost lose the tenuous hold I have on my sanity. “I’ll,” I swallow hard before pushing words that taste wrong past my lips, “pull out and get a condom.”
The last thing I want to do is pull out. But I’ll do it.
While the thought of filling a woman I hardly know with my cum should be a turn off, It’s not. All because it’s her. Her.
The woman I wasn’t expecting but was hoping for all the same. Now she’s in my arms and pressed against the tiled wall of my shower. She’s right where she’s supposed to be.
And I’m not going to fuck it up by not putting her first and making sure she knows that she’s safe with me.
“No,” her legs tighten around my waist, “you better not pull out.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grunt while pulling out just a little before sinking back in deep.
Hollyn arches her back, her tits pillowing against my chest in the most delicious way. I bury my face in her neck, my teeth scraping across her neck and earning me a yelp of surprise.
“Oh,” she whines, her fingertips scrambling along my shoulders as if she’s not sure if she wants to pull me closer or push me away.
I shouldn’t find it as hot as I do.
My forehead hits her shoulder as I start to move. My first few strokes are slow as I test the connection between us, wanting it to build, wanting to feel it all.
When she starts to move her hips to slam against mine, I moan against her skin. Our hearts are thudding in time, racing faster as we figure out the rhythm.
“I’m going to need to know where to come,” the words come out of me as a mix between a groan and a wheeze.
The feel of her, the way her pussy squeezes me, is doing something fucking wild to my body. My mouth is watering with the need to taste her. I growl, the need in me making my knees buckle.
But I won’t drop her. I’ll never drop her.
I lean her back against the wall, giving her more of my weight as I fuck her harder and faster. When I reach between us, my other hand squeezes her ass to hold her in place as her moans echo off the bathroom walls.
Her pussy starts to tighten around me, and I almost breathe a sigh of relief. I’m riding the edge and she’s right there with me. But she’s always going to get hers before me.
When I plunge one of my fingers inside of her tight, wet heat right alongside my cock, Hollyn’s eyes go wide and her gaze snaps down to what is going on between her thighs. There might be worry in her eyes, but the moan she lets out is pure sin.
After I pull my finger out of her, I’m quick to bring it up to my mouth and suck it between my lips. She tastes just as good as I thought she would.
