Her lips crash into mine, her tongue tangling with mine in a heated kiss that leaves me fucking breathless.
"Your body..." I continue, my hands sliding down to her waist, gripping her hips as she rides me. "It's fucking divine. I'll lose my damn mind for it. Every inch of you... I wanna worship it. Taste it. Own it."
She pulls back, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
She knows exactly what she's doing to me—my cock is throbbing, my balls tightening, and she's savoring every fucking second of it. She grinds harder, her pussy pressing against my dick through the fabric of my pants, and I groan, my hips bucking up to meet her.
"You're killing me, babe..." I hiss, my hands clutching her ass, squeezing it as she moves.
"With pleasure?" she teases, her voice dripping with lust.
"Yes!" I choke out, and then I feel her hand sliding into my pants, palming my cock.
Fuck, I don't even notice when she unzips me.
"Mm, I can tell," she whispers, her voice dripping with this low, sultry purr that sends shivers straight down to my dick.
Her fingers slide up my shaft, slow and deliberate, her thumb brushing against the swollen, leaking head of my cock. Precum glistens there, slick and sticky, and she fucking smirks like she knows exactly what she's doing—because she fucking does.
She drags her thumb over the tip, smearing that wetness down my length in a slow, torturous stroke.
The sensation is electric, fucking unbearable in the best way possible.
Her fingers tighten, her grip just shy of rough, and she starts pumping me, using my own slick as lube to stroke me harder,faster.
Every drag of her hand sends jolts of pleasure shooting through me, and I can't help but groan, my hips bucking into her grip like I'm fucking starving for it.
"Fuck, babe, you're a fucking temptress," I growl.
She keeps stroking me, her other hand gripping the back of my neck as she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Tell me more," she whispers, her voice thick with need.
"I want you greedy, needy, wrecked for me. I want to watch your body bounce when I'm buried deep inside you—mark you up so bad you never forget how fucking perfect you are." I rasp, my teeth nipping at her jaw, my tongue licking a path down to her neck.
"Fuck, I want you so bad."
"Me too," she breathes, her hips still grinding against me.
I slide my hand down, unzipping her pants without breaking eye contact. My fingers slip inside her panties, finding her already fucking soaked.
I can smell her arousal—sweet, musky, and begging for my attention.
"Mm, you're right," I growl, my fingers rubbing her slick folds. "You want me as much as I want you. Isn't that right?"
She moans, her head falling back, her body arching into my touch.
"Yes!" she gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders.
"Sshh, let's keep it down, babe," I smirk, my fingers teasing her entrance, slipping just the tip inside. "We don't want to wake Mom and Sam, do we?"
She nods, but her eyes are dark with lust, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My fingers keep circling her clit, teasing her, torturing her just like she was doing to me.
"Zach! Please..." she begs, her hips bucking against my hand.
"Please what, baby?" I taunt, my voice low and rough.
"I want you... please."
