Holy shit, she’s soaked.
She’s soaking wet forme.
“Oh god, yes,” she murmurs, and I grin against her.
I fuck her with my finger, pressing gentle kisses against her ass and spine before adding another. I twist them around, experimenting with what feels best for her. When her moans rachet up at a certain angle, I know I’ve got her right where I want her.
Her moans get louder.
Her cries turning to hoarse shouts andfuck me, the sounds coming from her lips are so goddamn erotic that I have to bringmy free hand down to my dick and squeeze just to stop myself coming.
She tastes so good.
Feels fucking amazing.
Sounds so beautiful.
Looks like a goddess.
And then she suddenly tightens around me. A long, drawn-out moan spilling from her lips before she soaks me.
Her release fuckingdripsfrom her, and it’s all too damn much.
My hand squeezing the base of my dick through my slacks does absolutelynothingto stave off the impending orgasm and I come right there, white hot pleasure racing through me with my fingers in her pussy and my teeth biting into the flesh of her ass to muffle my own moans.
But I’m not finished yet.
“Another,” I bark, not caring about her being able to hear my voice. Luckily, she’s too far gone to recognize it, and I flip myself around so that I’m halfway under the table before attacking her clit with my mouth and sliding my fingers in and out of her in a punishing rhythm.
It doesn’t take long.
One moment, she’s whimpering and mewling so prettily and the next, she’s vibrating against me, her entire body shuddering as she comes again.
My cock is rock hard again, the scent of our combined releases filling the air and acting as the best damn aphrodisiac imaginable. I slide out from under the table and stumble to my feet, pulling out a condom and unzipping my slacks before pulling my cock out.
I swipe a hand over my dick, gathering as much of my cum as I can before smearing it all over the base of her back.
I slip on the condom and fill her with one quick thrust, and I can’t stop the cry of pleasure that escapes my lips as I do.
Heaven.
She feels like fuckingheaven.
Am I dead?
I’d be okay with it if I were, so long as I got to feel her like this every single day.
Her pussy spasms around me, still not recovered from the previous two orgasms, but I know she can take more.
She’s always been an overachiever.
I don’t think I’m going to be able to get through this without making a sound.
She didn’t recognize my voice when I spoke before, but that was because she was so past the point of coherent it was laughable.
Can I really take the risk of her recognizing me?
Is it worth facing the consequences if she does?
