“Understood, my baby?”
“Yesssssssssss.”
Up.
Down.
“Yessss.”
Smack.
Smack.
Our skin collided. The well oiled machine was slippery to the touch. Her insides were spilling out onto my thighs. Her pussy was talking, saying all the things I wanted to hear.
“Yes, who?”
“Ishmaaaaael.”
“That’s it.”
In.
Out.
I extracted my dick before plunging back into her. Full force.
Royce was a rider. She didn’t try escaping the brutality of her walls. She snaked her arms around my neck and dug her fingers into the back of my arms.
“Oooooooohhhh yesss. Yes. Yesssss.”
In.
Out.
I loosened my grip. Giving into my intrusive thoughts, I placed my thumb against the tip of Royce’s crack. I slipped my index and middle fingers into her ass.
“Oh fuck.”
She melted against me.
Up.
Down.
I drilled into her. She was dripping wet. Sounds of our connection promised to end me.
“Yesssss. Yesssss. Yessss.”
Up.
Down.
My movements slowed to a creep. I wanted to hear more of what her pussy had to say to me. It was loud and quiet at once. Sloppy yet maintaining its structure. Slippery yet suffocating. Soft yet hard to fathom more days without.
Up.
Down.
