“Good,” I answer before pulling her to her feet and bringing her over to the hook on the wall where she hangs her robe. I toss the article of clothing to the side, then lift her arms over her head, looping her hands over the hook so she must remain in place. “Comfortable?” I ask her.
“Very,” she says while spreading her legs. “And already wet.”
“Good,” I say as I sit down. I lean back on one hand, and I stare at her as my legs spread and my other hand falls to my cock. I grip the base and squeeze hard.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Getting myself off,” I say.
“But . . .”
“No talking,” I snap at her as I squeeze my cock harder, then drag it up to the tip. Not satisfied with how it feels, I stand and ask, “You’re wet?”
“Yes,” she says in a breathless tone, so I walk up to her, kick her legs apart, and slide my dick along her pussy, dragging her arousal over my length until I’m fully satisfied. When I pull away, she groans in disappointment. “Keller.”
“I said no talking.” I get back into position on the bed, run my hand along my cock, and this time, my hand slides easier. Pleased, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick my palm, watching her eyes widen from the gesture. “You always taste so fucking good,” I say as I continue to stroke myself, my eyes fixated on her body. “You have the sexiest tits, Lilly. Puff them out for me.”
She arches her chest, and my cock grows harder.
“Good girl. Now, tell me what you want.”
“Your cock,” she says, her eyes trained on it. “Your cum. I want you so deep inside me that I can’t walk tomorrow.”
My lips curve up. “You want to be fucked senseless.”
“Yes,” she breathes heavily, but I remain on the bed, my hand pumping faster.
My palm rubs over my tip, then descends to the base where I squeeze and pull up hard.
“Fuck, yes.” I do that motion again.
And again.
And again.
Until my chest is rising and falling rapidly, my legs shaking.
I edge myself to the point that my orgasm ramps up at the base of my spine, ready to explode, and that’s when I let go, placing my other hand behind my back, and with her eyes fixated on my cock, we both watch as it twitches, seeking out relief, relief that won’t be found until I’m buried deep inside her.
“I’m throbbing,” she says.
“Does my good girl need to be touched?”
“Yes,” she says in desperation.Good, because given how hard I am, I need her now too.
With my cock jutting out, I stand and move my hands under her ass and lift her, her hands unhooking. Once she’s pressed against the wall, and her arms are looped around my neck, I place my cock at her entrance and then let her slide over my length.
Both of us suck in a sharp breath.
“You’re so thick,” she says as I thrust up into her. “Harder.”
I grip her hips and lift her, then slam her back down, eliciting a hiss from her. As I do it again, her fingers dig into my nape, and she leans forward, biting down on my neck. The pain from her teeth sends me into a frenzy, and I slam her against the wall, causing her to gasp. I’m about to ask if she’s okay, but she bites down on me again.Fuck, yeah,she wants more.
Not getting the angle I want, I move her over to the bed where I lay her down on her side. I press her legs together, then position them into a ninety-degree angle before lowering myself down and pressing my tip at her now narrow entrance.
It feels so fucking incredible.
With one hand on her hip and the other one holding her arms down, I pulse my hips into her, knowing damn well this angle is way more pleasurable for me than her.
