“Face the mirror,” he said, “and lift your hips.”
He slid a pillow under my hips. “Your back feel okay if you go up on your elbows?”
I nodded. He sat between my spread legs behind me, rubbing my ass cheeks and kissing the base of my spine. I rolled my hips into the touch, already needing relief again.
“I thought you’d look real pretty like this, and we could watch each other,” he said.
“I’m into it. You gonna fuck me or what?”
He chuckled. “Damn, Jessie, I don’t even have to ask you to beg today.”
He lined himself up and pushed into me, then leaned over my back. The friction was sublime.
“That feel good, dirty girl?” His hands met my breasts, rubbing and squeezing.
“How’s that pussy?”
“Fucking perfect, Jessalyn. I love how you dirty talk, too. Christ.”
His speed increased, positively railing me, my breasts jolting with the motion. Feeling good but not good enough, I moved my hips along with him. I thought back to his words from the coat closet and thought I’d test a theory.
“Daddy, I need more,” I whined.
He got a similar shocked and thrilled look to when I squirted during our first time messing around. “Tell me what you need, honey. Daddy’ll take care of you.”
“My clit.”
His hand slid between the pillow and me, finding the pulsing point. “This needy little thing?”
“Yes,” I sighed. “Right there.”
His fingers worked magic while he continued pounding me, one hand full of my breast, the other working my clit.
“Choke me,” I spit out. His hand moved from my chest to my throat, meeting my eyes with a smile in the mirror as he squeezed.
“Good girl. Tell Daddy what you need and I give it, baby. Keep talking to me.”
I’d never had someone so willing to give, and I wanted it all, a two-person gang bang. He watched me with a lurid fascination, mouth agape.
“Fuck, you look pretty in pink,” he said, releasing his grip onmy throat. “I need you to come for me. What do I gotta do to get you there?”
I met his eyes in the mirror, more red creeping into my cheeks. I’d only tried asking Cole for this once, and it didn’t go well. This was deepest, darkest cobwebbed corners of the brain territory.
“Don’t you do that, baby. You tell me what you need. I’m game for anything but you gotta tell me.”
“My ass,” I whispered.
He bit his lip in concentration as he took his wet fingers from my clit, spit on them, and gently pushed them into my ass. He looked to my reflection for confirmation. “How’s that?”
I cried out, the pleasure so intense as I tightened all around him.
“Oh, fuck, Jessie.”
I pressed my hips up from where they rested on the pillow, which he took as an invitation to switch to doggie. “Jessie,” he warned again.
“I need,” I started, pulling away and flipping onto my back. I tugged him down and shoved him back inside me, pancaking our bodies together. “Pound me.”
I gripped his shoulders and he gripped mine, using the leverage to give me everything he had. Our names spilled out and my orgasm was sudden and fierce. He buried himself to the hilt with one final thrust as he jerked inside me, pulsing with my walls.
