I shook my head. I was so close to getting off; it felt too good to even bother.
“So.” A harsh thrust.
“Fucking.” Another thrust.
“Sexy.” The sound of his body pounding into mine was muffled by his hair. “You’re going to give me another orgasm, and then I’m going to fill this tight cunt with my cum.”
Alistair released one side of my hips and trailed his fingers down to my pussy. He rubbed what felt like two fingers along my entrance before swirling them over my clit.
“Oh gods,” I panted, sensitive from the two orgasms he’d given me already.
He continued to thrust, his cock hitting my G-spot just right and those magical fingers massaging my clit exactly how I liked it.
Tension built low in my stomach, and I could feel my pussy tightening around his cock.
“One more, Pam. One more, and I’ll give this greedy pussy my cum.”
Fuck.
Alistair pinched my clit between his fingers, giving it a gentle tug that made me come. This orgasm was different—softer—with soothing waves of pleasure that started in my center and radiated through my entire body.
“Yes, fuck. You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, fucking me through my orgasm.
My pussy clenched his cock, and it spasmed inside me, filling me with his cum just like he promised.
When he was finished, he leaned into me, his hot, panting breaths caressing the crook of my neck.
“Pam. Kiss me,” he said, the words raspy as he fought to catch his breath.
I turned my head and pressed my lips to his, savoring the warmth of his body, the sweep of his tongue against mine, and the connection I felt with him still inside me. It was a lazy kiss, soft and sumptuous, just the two of us cherishing this moment together.
I didn’t want it to end.
Eventually, Alistair pulled away, gently nuzzling me with his nose before propping himself on his elbows.
“Shit,” he said, looking down between us. “I should have asked you to put a towel down.”
I laughed and ran my fingers through the soft hair along his sides. “It’s fine. I have a mattress protector.”
“It’s, uh…” His bovine ears folded over bashfully. “It’s just a little messy. Let me get you cleaned up.”
Alistair pulled out slowly and settled himself between my legs again.
Was he going to do what I thought he was going to do?
That would be a first. Don would have never…
He watched intently as his cum dribbled out of my pussy, down onto my ass and the bed.
“Such a pretty sight,” he groaned, rubbing his face along my thigh.
I could have sworn he was going to lick his cum off of me, but instead, he took two of his fingers and pushed it back inside.
“Fuck,” I hissed at the intrusion, drawing a laugh out of him.
He pulled his fingers out and leaned over me on one arm. “Open your mouth.”
It wasn’t a question or a suggestion, but a command.
