It felt wonderful. Everything about her felt great.
I placed my hands on her breasts, pulling on her hardened nipples slightly. I knew she loved it when I did that.
She didn’t disappoint as she fell apart yet again right there as she rode me to her release.
“That’s two,” I counted. “Think we can do a third?” I asked. Of course, that would be totally up to her.
“Need,” she mumbled out as I pushed my cock into her core. My hands swiped over her handed nipples.
“What do you need, Kitten?” I asked, teasing her. How far could I take her? How much could she handle?
“You,” she moaned out, arching her back and pressing her breasts into my palms.
“You have me,” I stated.
Yeah, she was fucking right. She owned me.
“Use me. Make me cum,” I whispered.
She didn’t disappoint me.
She moved her hips in a figure eight. She was the one that made my body crave hers. She was the one that made me call out her name as I released inside of her.
She came again, my name like a prayer on her lips as she pressed her clit against me. Her head fell against my chest, her breaths heavy and labored.
I wrapped my arms around her, giving her the love, the care, that I could. I held her as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I held her as my cock softened. But I didn’t move.
I just held her, feeling like there was a huge storm raging its ugly head over the horizon.
