“Fuckin’ missed your cunt, Letti.”
I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist, and arching up to pull him deeper inside of me. His mouth covered mine and he took his time kissing me, our tongues sliding against each other’s as he slowly rocked his cock into me.
“I love you so fuckin’ much,” he rasped, kissing my neck as he slid his hand to my breast, rolling my nipple into a tight bud.
“You like this, huh?”
“So much,” I rasped.
“We need to get you some clamps.”
He twisted my nipple harder and I shivered. “Yes. Let’s do that.”
His hand moved from my nipple, to my clit. “Maybe for here, too.”
“Oh, god,” I rasped, his fingers pressing against my tender nub. “Yes.”
He continued to work my clit as he slammed into me over and over again, and I tried to pull my hands away from the one holding mine hostage.
He held firm.
“I want to touch you.”
“I’m gonna come, then I’ll let you touch me,” he growled, kissing me again.
Probably to shut me up.
Whatever.
He was already building another orgasm, so I let the sensations roll over me as he buried himself deep.
“Get there, Letti.”
“Oh my god, I’m fucking there!” I cried, as he slammed into me.
He bit my shoulder gently and grunted, and I finally felt him pulse inside me. He released my hands and I wrapped my arms and legs around him like a lemur.
“I missed you,” I whispered.
“Missed you too, baby,” he replied, rolling us so I was straddling him.
I settled my hands on his chest and smiled down at him. “You look good, honey. Maisie made sure you ate, right?”
He chuckled and his dick slid deeper inside of me with that action.
Mmmm, delicious.
“Yeah, she said you had a list of demands.”
“Requests.” I scoffed. “There were no demands. Did she say demands?”
He grinned, sliding his hands to my bottom. “No, she didn’t say demands.”
I slid my hand to his cheek and stroked his beard. “Not being able to be there, I needed to make sure you were okay.”
“I loved that, Letti.”
“Good.” I leaned down to kiss him. “How’s your mom?”
