And his dick was throbbing, so he was done playing.
“Climb on,” he growled.
She didn’t hesitate.
She shifted to straddle him, took control of his dick, gotin position then ground down on it.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his head falling back to the couch.
She caught his neck in both hands and rode him.
He lifted his head, went in, and sucked her nipple in hismouth.
She made a low noise and went faster.
He switched nipples but cupped her free breast and pinchedthe slick bud in rhythm with her bounces.
He held the pinch and rolled as he popped her nipple out ofhis mouth, tipped his head back and ordered, “Faster.”
“Baby,” she whispered, but didn’t adjust speed.
He spanked her ass.
She went faster.
Jag slid a hand up her spine, into her hair, pulling itback, arching her in front of him.
Her pussy clamped hard simultaneously with her gasp.
Jag’s balls drew up.
Her tits bounced, nipples dark and peaked.
He looked down and saw his cock swallowed again and again byher trimmed bush.
Fuck.
Hot.
Too hot.
Her work was done.
He surged up, filling her, twisted, fell down with her onher back on the couch, and he took over.
She wrapped her legs around his thighs, grabbed his ass, andslid her finger to the first knuckle inside him.
Fuck.
Hot.
He grunted, reached between them and pinched her clit.
That did it.
She cried out and blew.
Then he blew, bucking deep and spewing a big load even if itwas the fifth time he’d come that day, the third time that evening.
