I take the vibrator from her and slide it along my length, directly under her clit so we sandwich it between us and experience the vibration together as I turn it on.
Immediately, her hands fall to my chest as her head dips forward.
“Oh God, Halsey.”
Her fingers dig into my pecs. I grip her breasts as she starts to slowly and carefully rock over the vibrator. Between the vibrator and the friction, I’m seconds away.
I squeeze her breasts, loving how she’s so urgently seeking her pleasure.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her nails now digging deep into my skin. “Oh fuck, Halsey. It’s . . . it’s too much.”
“It’s so hot when you’re on top of me.”
She sucks in a sharp breath of air. “I . . . I’m going to come.” That was quick.
I toss the vibrator to the side and witness her anger as her eyes widen.
“I want that drenched pussy squeezing my cock when you come. Sit up.” She lifts just enough for me to position her over my cock, and then I slam her down.
“Oh my God,” she screams, her head falling back, her tits pressed up.
“Fuck me, Blakely. Fuck me hard.”
And she does.
She lifts up and slams down on me, rocking her hips, twisting them, swirling, going absolutely feral.Fuck, she’s breathtaking.
“Harder,” I say through clenched teeth as a bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine thanks to the vibrator. My cock begins to swell, and I’m right on the precipice. “Jesus fucking . . . Christ,” I shout as my cock explodes inside her. I shoot my cum so hard that I black out. Everything around me fades into nothing as I hear her cry of pleasure in the distance, followed by my favorite feeling in the entire world—her pussy clenching around my cock.
“Fuck!” I yell as I feel myself double down, my orgasm still ripping through me.
“It’s too much,” she says as she rocks her hips hard. “Oh fuck. Oh God. Ohhhhhhh . . . fuck,” she cries as her nails break my skin.
My God, her passion. Her fire. Nothing is better than this. Nothing will ever beat this feeling of euphoria.She’s mine. Fucking mine.
When she collapses on top of me, I roll her to the mattress and then pull the vibrator out of me and toss it on the ground.I then spread her legs and bring my mouth to her pussy where I start lapping at her clit, tasting every last bit of her until she’s writhing again, her head flailing back and forth, and her voice hoarse from screaming.
“Fuck,” she says softly, almost as if she’s on the verge of tears. When she slowly opens her eyes and stares up at me, a look of wonderment in her expression, I know at this very moment that there’s no way in hell I’m ever letting this woman walk away from me.
Never.
“Morning,”I say as Blakely emerges from her room, fully dressed, ready to avoid me this morning, just like every other morning.
And just like every other morning, she takes my breath away as she tentatively walks toward the kitchen.
This morning, she’s wearing high-waisted, wide-legged black trousers and a long-sleeved crop top that shows off about an inch of her stomach. Her hair is tied back into a ponytail, and she’s wearing that red fucking lipstick again.
“Good morning,” she says as she walks into the kitchen, avoiding eye contact.
Either she’s completely embarrassed by what we’ve been doing, or she has no idea how to react to it. Either way, I need those eyes to look at me. I need them to see me for who I am, not just this man who keeps fucking her over and over again.
I don’t want to scare her away, but I also don’t want her thinking I’m a sex freak who’s only using her for that.
I have to leave today for a short away trip, and the last thing I want to do is leave with this awkward tension between us.
But breaking that tension is going to be tough.
“This is for you,” I say to her as she grabs a protein shake from the fridge.
