“Then show me how much.”
And then I lick her again.
I lick her until her thighs shake.
Until her moans turn into sobs. Until she’s clawing at the sheets, nails tracing lines over the silk.
Only then, when I taste her cum, do I pull back, and rise to my feet.
I shake my head as I stand. “I knew you would be even more delicious when you came.”
Her gaze follows my hands as I pull my belt loose from the buckle and step out of my slacks. I toss them to the floor after pulling a condom out of the back pocket.
And even in the dark, I can see Em’s hooded eyes watch me—chest heaving as I slide the thin rubber over my hard cock.
In seconds, I’m laid out over her naked, golden skin, my body settling between her thighs.
I brush my cock threw her soft, wet folds.
Once. Twice.
Her gaze meets mine, and I hold it, feeling her anticipation. Her excitement.
She closes her eyes, and I stroke her jaw. “Look at me, sweetheart,” I order.
She opens her eyes, just as I press my cock against her entrance.
“Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want, understand?”
She nods, and I return the gesture.
“Good.” I sink the head of my cock into her wet heat, and she moans. “Because I want to feel every inch of this sweet pussy.” I say, before thrusting in deep, one slick, devastating stroke.
She cries out beneath me, her back arching, her hands flying to my shoulders as I bottom out inside her.
I stay buried, motionless, savoring the way she pulses around me. Then I lean in and kiss her— joining my tongue with hers—before I start to move.
Slow at first, letting her feel every inch, then faster—setting a steady rhythm while her nails dig into my back, the heels of her feet pressing into my assas I thrust inside her.
“You feel that?” I whisper. “How fucking hard you make me?”
She nods frantically, mouth parted into an “O.”
“Christ. This pussy feels so fucking good.”
I roll my hips, slow and controlled, until her moans break again.
“That's right. I want to hear everything. Every sound, every fucking moan.”
I thrust harder, deeper, and she wraps her legs tighter around my hips and cries out with each stroke.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart. Rub that little clit while I fuck this little pussy.”
Her hand slides between us, fingers frantic.
“That’s it, baby. Play with it for me.” I grit. “Good girl. Just like that.”
Her pussy tightens around me, and the dirty talk spills from my lips as I claim the impossibly sexy brunette clinging desperately to my body.
