“Do you feel how hard you make me?” My dick lodges itself between her ass cheeks and a deep growl leaves my throat. If it was some other woman, I would have fucked her into oblivion right there. But somehow, I stay patient.
I wrap my arms around her from behind and palm her breasts. They’re heavy in my hands, soft, succulent. She leans her head against my chest and shuts her eyes as I take her hard nipples between two fingers and rotate them.
“Is this how you touch yourself to orgasm?” I ask. “Show me.”
Her eyes fly open, meeting mine in the window’s reflection. “What?”
“Touch yourself.” My command is absolute, and she immediately obeys.
Zoe takes her breasts into her hands and shows me exactly how she plays with herself. She takes her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, rolling them, lightly flicking and then caressing each one with generous attention. She lightly runs her nails in circles around the sensitive peaks, getting carried away by the sensation it gives.
It’s nothing compared to what I can give her.
She moans unsatisfactorily. “Please, Lukin. Touch me.”
“Fuck, you beg so prettily,” I grunt, struggling not to touch her. “Say it again.”
“Please.” She turns to face me. “Touch me.”
I like her boldness, and I’m too far gone to draw this out, so I lift her into my arms and head into the room. I plan to dump her on the bed and have my way with her, but I find myself laying her down gently, as something precious, fragile. Spread open like this, the last of my control slips and I find myself panting like a dog.
“Oh, look at that pretty, pink pussy.” I climb onto the bed. “Spread it open for me, will you?”
She doesn’t hesitate, and I bury my head between her legs, sucking and drinking and licking until she’s screaming andwriting beneath me. I hold her legs apart with my arms, while my tongue soaks up every drop leaking out of her. She’s so fucking sweet I’d choose this as my last meal on earth if I could.
Her legs suddenly tense and she grips my hair so tight, I fear the strands may tear free.
“Lukin,” she moans. “I—I can’t. Oh, fuck!” She dissolves into an orgasm so powerful her entire body quakes and splutters. In the next second, I’m off her, pushing my pants down my legs and taking off my clothes. Her eyes follow every piece that comes off until finally, my dick springs free.
“No,” she gasps. “It won’t fit.”
A laugh bursts through my lips. It’s a foreign sound. When did I last laugh like that?
“Let me take care of that, okay, little bird?”
“Okay.”
“Now lay back down and trust me.”
She readjusts herself on the bed and lays down, her body tense like a lamb about to be slaughtered. I climb over her, swirling the pad of my thumb over her clit. She moans, grabbing hold of the bedsheet.
“Eyes on me,” I command the moment her eyes slide shut. They fly open again and rest on mine.
“Good girl. You will look at me while I give you another orgasm, okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” She’s struggling to keep her eyes open, and I hold her gaze, refusing to let her shut it off.
She’s dripping wet again, soaking the sheets beneath her. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now, okay, little bird? Just to prime you to take my cock. You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Here we go.” I tease her hole with one finger, just barely entering and pulling back out.
“Lukin,” she moans, and I know she’s ready for more.
I insert the finger inside her, her soaked cunt accepting the digit with tight warmth. Fuck. My cock is about to explode.
