With the need to drive him wild, I take him into my mouth again, but now, deeper. Opening my throat wide, I grip his legs and make my body rock back and forth, pushing him further each time.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunts. “Every inch.”
I moan against him before grabbing his free hand and bringing it to the back of my head, wanting him to take what he needs from me. When he realizes what I want, he growls a slew of inaudible sounds before roughly tangling a hand into my hair. He thrusts my head back and forth, harder and faster onto hislength. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag. But before he can take mercy on me, I bring him deeper again, this time holding him there for a few seconds.
“Fuuuck,” he cries out. “Tell me, baby, are you going to let me claim your tight throat as my own?” he grunts. “Are you going to let me come in that perfect mouth?”
Not answering, I stare up at him and nod subtly, and his jaw tenses.
“Fuck yeah, you are. You’re so good to me, baby. So fucking good.”
He thrusts in and out, staring down at me. Within seconds, his movements become jerky, and the salty taste hits my tongue while I practically pant in need against him.
I do something I’ve never done before. I swallow him down. Every single drop. And when his body stops quivering, I pull back and stand. Ready for more. And I know that’s what I’m going to get when he flips my body around and pushes me against the plexiglass.
HENDRIX
With her dress lifted up, I groan when I see she’s bare underneath and push her cheek to the plexiglass, sliding my dick into her soaked heat. In the quiet, dim arena, her moan is fucking loud, and I love it. She may have just sucked my dick andmade me see fucking stars, but my cock is still hard and ready to feel her pussy wrapped around it.
My hips slap against her ass as I thrust deeper inside of her, making a whimper rip from her throat.
“You take my dick so good, Nineteen,” I hiss into her ear, pressing her harder against the side. “And this pussy is all mine now, isn’t it?”
She cries out, “Yes,” but it’s not clear enough. I need her to tell me for sure.
“Say it, baby,” I growl. “Because I promise, every fucking inch of my cock is yours. Every fucking drop of my cum, you own.”
“Yes,” rushes from her lips. “Every part of me belongs to you now.”
My cock pulsates inside of her, the thought of her being mine making my head whirl and my pulse quicken.
I fuck her like this a little longer before I pull out and spin her around. Sitting on the bench, I pull her down onto my lap, pushing the fabric of her dress away to give me a clear entrance. Greedily, she sinks down onto me, crying out with each inch that fills her up. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I keep my hands around her waist.
“Fuck me, baby. Make me come,” I growl against her neck.
Her eyes stay locked on mine, and I don’t know what she’s going to do or say. Her hair is fucking wild, just the way I like it. And in her gaze, there’s that bit of unruliness I love about her. The one that no one else knows is there.
“This cock is mine,” she practically growls. “And I’ll let you come when I’m ready to.”
“Take it then. Take what’s yours,” I grit out.
Take it she sure fucking does. Slamming herself onto my dick, she bounces up and down on my lap, owning every fucking inch of me.
I don’t want to come until she tells me it’s time, but Christ almighty … it’s hard not to blow my load right inside of her right now. She looks so good, riding my dick this way, and she feels fucking amazing, all warm and tight around my cock. How the hell am I supposed to hold it inside?
Her mouth opens, and her forehead creases. Her bouncing becomes rocking, and I feel it … she’s about to come.
“Come with me,” she whispers, her gaze growing hazy. “Right … now.”
On command, I come inside of her, digging my fingertips into the fabric of her dress and fighting back a grunt when she cries out, tossing her head back and riding her orgasm out by gently bouncing on my lap.
I pull her forward, burying my face into her neck as the last bit of cum shoots inside of her, filling her full as our movements slow, and we both grow still.
For a few minutes, we just sit here with our bodies against each other, breathing together. Finally, she leans back and looks at me, a little grin tugging at her lips.
“So … public spice seems to be our thing.” She grimaces. “I hope there are no cameras in here.”
“There are,” I muse, loving the instant panic on her face. “But don’t worry; we’ll sneak into the monitor room before we leave and reset them.”
