“Oh no, sweet girl,” he rasped as he pulled back, but kept his fingers moving inside of me. “Don’t you hold back on me now. I want to see it. Give it to me.”
He focused solely on his fingers, pumping them into me harder, with his palm slapping against my pubic bone with each brutal thrust. The pressure became unbearable, and my whole body went rigid. My back arched as a strangled cry tore from my throat. Then, I finally broke, and a gush of liquid flooded out of me. My mind went blank, and my body shook with the intensity of it.
Holy shit…did he just make me squirt?
He pulled out his fingers, then I felt his mouth on me again, and a deep groan of pure satisfaction tore from his throat as he drank from me, his tongue slurping up every drop as if he were dying of thirst. The feeling of his mouth on me while I wasstill coming, and the knowledge that he was greedily consuming my most intimate response, sent a second, even more powerful orgasm ripping through me. I sobbed his name and dug my nails into his shoulders as my body trembled and shook.
He didn’t stop until the last tremor washed over me, his tongue giving one final, gentle lick before he lifted his head. His face was wet, his eyes shining with a possessive gleam. He looked completely triumphant and not surprised in the slightest that he made me squirt.
He didn’t give me a moment to recover. Placing my foot back on the ground, he got up and his mouth found mine in a deep, possessive kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, but he didn’t let me taste it for too long.
Breaking the kiss, he watched me with hooded eyes as he worked on the button of his jeans. He shoved them down, along with his boxers, and his cock sprang free, already leaking with precum. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed. He lay me down gently, his body hovering over mine. He lined himself up at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine. He wasn’t hesitating. This was happening, again, and I was more needy than ever.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “I want to see you when I push inside you.”
My eyes were locked on his as he pushed into me in one slow, deep thrust, filling me completely. I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he stretched me. The sensation was almost too much to bear, despite this not being the first time he was inside me. He paused for a moment, letting me adjust, his forehead resting against mine.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered. “So tight. So perfect for me.”
Then he started to move, his hips pulling back before thrusting into me again, setting a rhythm that was driving meinsane. Every stroke was a possessive claim, with his body telling mine what his words had already said.
“You have no idea,” he grunted, his pace quickening slightly. “No idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you.”
That was a confession I hadn’t expected, but it lit another fire in me, making me feel proud and powerful. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, and he shifted his angle, hitting a spot inside me that made me see stars. I moaned, my hips rising to meet his thrusts again, urging him on.
“You like that, huh?” he growled with a smug satisfaction in his voice. “You like it when I fuck you deep?”
I could only nod. My words were lost in a haze of pleasure. He was pounding into me now, his hips slapping against mine, and the bed creaking in protest.
“Come on, baby,” he urged, his hand snaking between us to rub my clit. “Come with me. I want to feel you come all over my cock while I fill this sweet pussy.”
That was all it took. The pressure built again, even more intense this time, and I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me with a force that left me breathless. He followed me over the edge a moment later, his body tensing as he came with a loud groan.
He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty body pressing against mine. His heart hammered against my chest, and he didn’t move for a while, giving us both time to calm down. When he rolled off me, he stayed buried inside me and pulled me into his arms.
We lay there in the quiet, our breathing slowly syncing up. I rested my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my fingertips. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t dare to look up because he had just scrambled something in me that I wasn’t ready to face yet.
After a few minutes, his hand came up to cup my cheek, and he tilted my head back to look at him. There was a lazy but pleased grin on his lips, and I furrowed my brows, trying not to match his expression although I desperately wanted to.
“What are you smiling about?” I murmured, trying my best to sound annoyed.
His grin widened, and he leaned in to brush the tip of his nose against mine. “You. Being this close to you,” he told me, his eyes meeting mine again. “It’s a fucking miracle I’m not hard 24/7 just thinking about you.”
As if to prove his point, he flexed his hips, and I felt him harden inside me. His cock was growing from a semi to a full, rigid erection in a matter of seconds. The sensation had my muscles clench around him in response.
“I take it back,” he said, his hand sliding down to grip my ass. “I definitely get hard thinking about you. You feel that? That’s all you. My body knows exactly what it wants.”
“Just your body?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.
His expression hardened, and he pushed his hip forward, letting me feel just how hard he was getting again.
“That’s an odd question.”
I frowned. “Is it?”
He shrugged, not adding more to it, and leaving me in the dark. Instead, he rolled us over in a fluid movement that left me straddling his hips, with his cock still buried deep inside me. His hands rested on my waist, his thumbs stroking the skin just above my hip bones. The position shifted the angle, and he was pressing against a new, sensitive spot that made my breath catch.
“Your turn,” he commanded, his eyes dark with lust. “Ride me. I want to watch you use my cock to make yourself come.”
