“To come,” she whimpers. “Please.”
Releasing one hand, I pull it back and spank her ass again.
She cries out as my handprint blooms on her pale skin.
Fuck. That is so fucking pretty.
Her pussy grips me so tight, I almost crash over the edge.
Not yet.
She has to go first.
“That’s it, baby. You’re being such a good little whore for me.”
She whimpers, her pussy rippling, telling me just how much she likes my dirty mouth.
“You love being filled with my dick, don’t you? Is that what you’re going to think about when I’m gone? Are you going to lie in my bed and play with this pretty pussy, wishing that I were here?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Cole,” she whimpers, and as my palm collides with her ass again; she screams out as she tumbles headfirst into her release.
She squeezes me so goddamn tight, I can’t help but fall over the edge with her.
I roar out my release as I pump the condom full of cum. Disappointment flickers at the back of my mind that she’s not going to feel it, that she’s not going to spend the rest of the day walking around feeling it.
One day…
The image of my seed running from her sends sparks and aftershocks from my release.
Folding over her body, I pin her to the bed, still fully seated inside her.
Her body is burning up, her skin sweaty. I can’t get enough.
“That was—” she starts before swallowing the words. “Wow.”
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, aware of just how rough I was.
She shakes her head the best she can.
“No. It was…perfect.”
“You’re perfect.”
She giggles. It’s light and full of happiness.
My chest swells.
I did that. I made her feel like that.
“I’m a sweaty mess.”
“A perfect sweaty mess.”
She giggles again.
