But Stephanie folded up, her heated gaze on me as she used the tips of her fingers to push down the material of my boxers.
“Babe…” My voice held warning.I’m close to losing control.
She seemed perfectly content with that, though.
Because her gaze dipped to look at my cock, a soft whimper escaping her a second before her warm, wet mouth closed around the head of me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hand landing on the back of her neck, holding onto her as she sucked me deeper and deeper, a soft gag escaping her as she went further than her body wanted, making me remember the words I’d said earlier about not wanting to mess up her makeup by choking on my cock.
As if the moment couldn’t get any better, her eyes flicked open and her gaze was on me as she slowly moved up, then sucked me down again.
The need was a clawing sensation inside me, making my hips rock deeper as she worked me.
But then she slid up until my cock popped out from between her lips.
“Please,” she said, panting.
“Please, what?” I asked.
“Please fuck me,” she said, her gaze full of need.
“Babe, you’re—”
“It’s been a bad night,” she said. I couldn’t deny that. “You can make it better.”
A rumble moved through me, and she knew she had me.
So when she scooted back on the bed, I followed after grabbing another condom out of my wallet and slipping it on.
Her breathing was ragged as I kneeled on the bed between her spread thighs.
Reaching down, I pulled her until she was up on my legs, then inched forward, and slowly started to slide inside her.
A long, low moan escaped her as I slid deep inside, and I needed to take a steadying breath to keep myself from fucking her hard and fast, like my body was aching for.
She needed soft and slow.
And while that was not something I was used to, I was going to give it to her, even if it killed me.
Beneath me, Steph arched and flushed as I moved inside her.
My hands slid up her body, squeezing her breasts, then circling, rolling, and twisting her nipples until her hips were rocking restlessly, until her whimpers grew to ragged moans.
“Venezio,” she cried, her body tensing.
Then she was coming hard, her pussy squeezing my cock over and over again.
I could have come with her.
But she was right.
I’d put her through hell.
I owed her as much relief as possible.
Even as she was trying to catch her breath, I was turning her on her side, cocking her legs up, then moving behind her and sliding in with one long stroke again.
I set the same slow, gentle pace.
