The need.
I add two fingers to my assault and that proves to be exactly what she needs. The walls of her pussy flutter as her sweet juices coat my hand. Her moans are growing louder and she pulls the blanket between her teeth to bite down, stifling the sound.
I lick her clean, until she’s mewling beneath my mouth and begging me to stop. Crawling up her body, I brace myself above her, resting my cock on her flat stomach while I devour her mouth in the same manner I did her pussy.
She squirms, trying to take me inside of her body. But I resist. If I take her now, I won’t be able to hold back, and I have quickly discovered that my girl is a screamer. I can’t wait for a time when we are all alone and there is nothing holding back her moans and cries. Her spread out before me while I lick and kiss every single inch of her.
Casting her head down, she looks between us and I follow her gaze. There, glistening on the head of my cock, is a clear drop of pre-cum. Selena swipes her smooth thumb over the tip before bringing it to her mouth while her other hand strokes me.
My control snaps.
I thrust my hips back and forth, fucking her hand. It only takes a few strokes before my cum coats her flat stomach, marking her dusky skin.
As I’m trying to catch my breath, before I get up and carry her to the shower, there’s a knock at the door. “Selena?”
It’s Pop.
“Y—Yes?”
“Are you okay in there?”
“Yes, sir.”
A pause and a shuffling of the feet.
“I’m headed to church in an hour. Wanted to see if you’d like to come with me?”
“Um, yes, I would love to. If you could give me about twenty minutes?”
“Okay, good. Meet you downstairs.”
Another pause.
“Tell my grandson he better have his ass down there, too.”
Her face burns red.
“How does he know?” she whispers.
I lean in and kiss her pretty mouth. “He doesn’t miss much.”
“Do you think he heard us?” She turns her head back to the door and I take advantage of kissing her slender neck.
“Nah, he probably stopped by my room first and put two and two together.” I grin, knowing he probably did hear us.
My girl is wild.
Her eyes return to mine, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “You are a terrible liar.”
A laugh trickles from her mouth and I eat it up.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” I say, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom. “I think we can manage to squeeze in one more orgasm before church.”
***
Sitting through the sermon had been hard. Literally. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the sinful things I did to her this morning but then that all took a turn when the preacher began discussing premarital sex and how all the sinners out there having it were going straight to hell.
Too much fire and brimstone for me on a Sunday morning.
