My mouth joined hers, savoring in the taste of our mutual need. I raised her leg and pinned it to her chest. She wriggled beneath me, but I didn’t let her move. No, I wanted to keep her right where I’d positioned her.
Pressing my weight onto her raised thigh, I used my now-free hand to trickle my fingers over her pussy. She was wet. Fucking drenched. So goddamn juicy that I counted every single one of my blessings.
As I rubbed her clit, I pushed my forehead onto hers. “Like that, baby? Does it feel good?”
She wriggled some more. “Faster.” A panting breath escaped her. “Oh, god, Stan, I’m so close.Already.”
Sensing the truth in her words, I slapped her pussy with the flat of my hand. “That’s for last night. Lock the door when I tell you to.”
“Oh, god!”
“Wrong name.”
She hissed. “Stan.”
“That’s right,duci. Remember who takes you to the edge and I’ll let you fall over it…”
Her eyes flared at the warning, one I brought to fruition byletting her soar, only to spank her again before she could tumble over. Wanting her to feel the sting of pain, the burn of discipline, that way she could embrace the sweet, sweet pleasure that onlyIcould dole out.
“Why do you make me feel like this? My skin is too tight—” She shoved herself into the pillow, head digging into the softness, spine arching as she danced to my tune. “Too good, too good.”
“Not sure anything is good enough for you,duci. This little slit is so fucking hot for me.” I pumped a finger inside her to punctuate the words. “Feel how wet you are. For me. So ready for my cock. Such a good girl. For me.” She relaxed her pussy as I slipped another digit into her. “Go on, clench around me.” I hissed as she did. “You’ve no idea what it feels like when that’s my dick.”
“S-Stan, can I have— Are you hard? Please, say you are. Please. Oh, god. It’s not enough. I need you.You. Your cock. Please!”
I shifted my hold on her, grabbed my dick, then pressed it to her clit. “What do you think, baby girl? Am I hard? You be the judge.”
“Oh, fuck. Can I have it? Please!”
“Where do you want it? Don’t you already have it?” I taunted.
“My pussy!”
“I was going to eat you out. Let you hear me moan for real?—”
“Anything! Please. Fuck, I?—”
“You were a tease this morning,” I rumbled, lips quirking as her voice faded, words turning into breathy gasps as she sought a release I controlled. “Waking me up like that. I think that’s the only wake-up call I’ll accept in the future.”
Her gaze turned desperate, pupils flared wide as she pleaded with me. “Please, please, please.”
I pulled my fingers from her pussy, then rubbed the tip of my shaft over her folds, gathering her slickness for myself.
I was only semi-hard, but that would probably make it easier on her anyway.
Leaning on my side, I pumped my cock into her, able to thrust it deeper with more ease.
She still wailed as I filled her. But I swiftly realized why—it was so much more intense than I expected in this position. Our legs scissored and splayed, my groin burrowed tightly between her thighs, our torsos brushing.
My dick quickly went from half-mast to aching with how badly I needed to fill her with my cum.
Over and over and over again.
Our brows kissed as I settled in for the long haul, letting me feel hers furrow under the strain. Our skin cleaved, broken only by the fingers she burrowed between us.
Toying with her nipples, I looked down so I could watch her touch herself.
I took a mental note of how her caresses were rougher than mine and her strokes brisker. To the point. Years of practice had made it easy for her, and I intended to learn how to strum her like she was a musical instrument.
