“You trust me, right?”
“I trust you, baby,” she responds, holding her weight on one hand while using the other to spread herself wider.
“Good girl,” I praise, pushing the first bead into her ass.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, so I slide another slightly larger bead inside right away.
Cheeks flushed, my girl looks like she’s a second away from coming.
“Do you like that, Billie?”
She gives me a nod. “So, so good.”
Her ass accepts the next bead, arousal leaking down her thighs. I bend down and capture it with my tongue.
“I’m going to come.”
I press a finger inside her pussy, applying pressure to her walls. “So soon?”
When my girlfriend squirts, we both stare at each other, open-mouthed.
Crimson creeps across her cheeks. “I-I didn’t know that I could do that.”
I hang my head, knowing that she just sealed my fate. I’ve never been with a woman who could squirt, and Billie has just unlocked a brand-new kink for me.
Pushing a second finger inside her tight cunt, I add another bead to her ass.
She’s fighting to stay upright, and I’m battling not to shoot my load before I’ve taken a single stroke inside my dream girl.
Inserting the final bead into her ass, I immediately pull the string out, relishing the way she flows all over myhand.
“Oh fuck,” she cries, dropping her face into the duvet. “Do that again.”
I don’t even hesitate, feeding her gorgeous ass exactly what she craves while my fingers massage her front wall, milking my favorite pussy for everything it has.
When I retract my hand, she whimpers at the loss before I notch myself at her pussy.
“Tell me you want the beads and my cock at the same time.”
She nods.
“Words. Tell me you want both.”
Shuddering, she whispers a confirmation, and I set one foot on the edge of the mattress, guiding my dick inside Billie.
“You’re so good at this, Mama.”
Pushing back into my cock, she takes me deeper. “Fuck me hard.”
Beads firmly in place, I do as she demanded, gripping her hips as I plow into my girl on repeat.
We’re both moaning, joint gasps filling our bedroom with long-overdue desires. This is the perfect night, and I’m the luckiest man in the world.
“I can feel so much pressure,” she grinds out.
Reaching behind me, I’ve never been more grateful that the interior designer talked me into buying a vanity mirror for the dresser.
I snatch it off the side and snap my hips into her once more.
