“Yeah?”
I nodded. “Fuck, yeah. I might have to do that every day just to get my fix.” Her pussy flooded my cock and balls. “You like the dirty talk.” It wasn’t a question.
“Apparently, I do. You’re good at it.”
Why compliments from her felt better than from anybody else, I had no fucking clue and I didn’t give a shit either, all I wanted was to hear her say good shit about me while she looked at me like she was now. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, please,” she answered breathlessly.
My eyes were glued to her face as I sat up and slid one finger deep inside her weeping pussy. Her eyelids fluttered and slid closed, but she opened them quickly, like she didn’t want to miss a moment either. Macy’s back arched into my touch as she pulsed around my finger.
When I pulled out, she released an outraged whimper. I smiled and kept up my movements, dragging my finger up herbody before I circled one nipple and then the other with her juices before I wrapped my lips and tongue around it and sucked it off.
“Oh!” She arched into my touch gripping me with one hand while the other slid between us. “Drew,” she moaned as she wrapped her hand around my cock, squeezing and jerking until I started fucking her hand. “Please.”
“Ah, fuck. I love it when you beg.” Another groan escaped when my tip was perched at her opening.
“Please, Drew, please fuck me. Please make me come.”
“Mace,” I groaned and pushed my hips forward, sinking inch by inch until I was buried so deep my balls smacked against her. “Fuck.” She was tight and hot and so fucking wet the glide was perfect.
She was uncontrollable and loud, wild as I fucked her hard and slow. Her body begged for me, was desperate for a faster fuck but I wasn’t ready for that, not yet. I needed to savor the feel of her for just a moment. “Fuck that feels good. Why does it feel so good?”
“It’s us, babe.” I grabbed her and pushed her knees to her chest, sliding deeper with every stroke. “Fuck me.”
“No,” she said. “Fuck me. Harder.”
Her words snapped my resolve, and I did what she asked, fucking her hard and fast, loving the way her tits jiggled with every thrust. She was so goddamn wet that I slid in and out easily, going as deep as I could on every thrust.
“Drew,” she cried out but I didn’t need her to.
“I feel you, Mace. Your cunt is drenched and pulsing so hard she’s about to milk me dry.”
“Dirty,” I groaned, arching into him as the first wave of orgasm slammed against me.
“I’m just telling you what I feel,” he panted, gripping me so tight I know there will be bruises tomorrow but I don’t care. I’ll tend to them later, but now the need to pound into her, to mark her, is too strong to ignore. “Come for me, now Mace. Come all over my cock.” I leaned forward and took her mouth in a wet, dirty kiss just as she detonated.
“Oh my fuck,” she shouted but the words were muffled by the greedy kiss between us. Her body shook and jerked through her orgasm, pulsing so fucking tight I felt the fire as it rushed up my spine just before electricity zapped my balls. “Yes, Drew. Don’t stop!”
As if I fucking could. I pushed the back of her thighs and fucked her even deeper for only a few seconds before my own release was triggered. I roared like a wild animal as my cock exploded and long jets of come filled her up. It was the longest orgasm of my life, but I was powerless to do anything but ride it out, slowly fucking her until every drop was gone. “Holy fuck, Mace.”
She shivered and then laughed. “If it’s like that every single time I don’t think we’ll have much time together because I’m gonna die of a pleasure overload.”
“You’re good for my ego,” I told her as I eased my cock from her body and rolled onto my back, bringing her with me.
“Your ego deserves it,” she said with a wide smile before pressing a kiss to my chest. “That was off the charts good. Right?”
“That was the best fuck of my life.”
“Me too,” she sighed, tracing soft circles on my stomach. “You think it’s going to be like that always?”
“I think it might even get better.”
Her cheeks turned bright pink. “I love you, Drew. Truly. The feeling in my chest is so full and warm, happy like I’ve never been before and it’s from being with you.”
“I love you,” I told her seriously. Love felt too fucking small for what I felt for her, but it was all I had at the moment. “You’re staying.”
It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway. “I’m staying. For as long as you’ll have me.”
