His cock throbs in my hand and he laughs. “Fuck yes.”
I crawl back onto the bed and spread my legs, making sure he can see everything.
I can see the moment he realizes what I’m about to do because his expression takes on the special blank quality it used to get right before I’d let him into my mouth.
I’m grinning as I reach behind me to grab a condom from the nightstand and cover his dick. Then I bring the tip to my entrance, and suddenly I’m not grinning any longer. Instead I’m moaning at the feel of him there, hot and thick and hard—so much better than any dildo.
When I push it inside myself, it glides through juices I know have nothing to do with the pathetic fumbling Luca was doing earlier.
I moan as I thrust Adam’s cock deep inside and it hits that spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Right there. I’ve always thought of that spot as his. He’s the only guy who ever hit it, and oh my god, I think I forgot how good this was.
“Oh fuck. God I love your dick.” The words are a breathy prayer. I hardly realize I’ve spoken them out loud until Adam grins.
“Missed it, did you?”
I can’t let him have the upper hand, so I pull it out and thrust it inside faster this time.
Adam sinks into the armchair beside my bed and grips the arms so tight his knuckles turn white. His shoulders and neck are tight. Tendons stand out on his arms, making the kind of image some women would pay good money for.
We moan in unison as I bring the dismembered dick out and plunge it back in again. Spreading my legs wider, I sink back onto the pillows and really fuck my pussy with my makeshift toy. Adam’s head sinks back onto the chair, and he groans as I push it inside, withdrawing it with a wet slurp only to plunge it back in again.
With any other guy I’d have my wand ready to see the job through, but with Adam’s dick, I know I won’t need it. It lies forgotten beside me as my toes curl and my pussy squeezes around the most perfect cock I’ll ever fuck.
Too bad it’s attached to such an ass.
I’ve never let that get between me and a good orgasm, though. I’m already warm, and it doesn’t take long before I feel it tightening my lower belly, drawing all my focus to my center, ready for release.
In the chair, Adam’s hips rise with every thrust as if he’s helping. But it’s me in control as I fuck my pussy over and over, hitting that perfect place every time.
I cry out as the pressure tightens to breaking point. I sigh as the wall breaks and the rush of raw energy flows through me. Then the final stages have my muscles clamping and my legs pressed tight around my hand. I hold Adam’s dick deep inside me as I ride out the last of my orgasm.
Then slowly I remove it and look. He’s still completely hard. He sucks in a breath as I squeeze the condom, checking for cum. There’s nothing. Then it occurs to me: How could he? His balls are still attached to his body!
He probably can’t cum like this. Ha!
I sit, and sure enough he still looks like he’s in pain, slumped into the armchair, arm thrown across his face. “Jen—fuck! Did you finish?”
I laugh. “Yeah. I finished. And you?”
I sits up suddenly, staring at me. “You know I didn’t!”
I look thoughtfully at the cock in my lap. Then I stroke a finger over the tip.
Adam groans in agony. “Fuck, Jen. Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t stop.”
“I don’t think it works that way.”
“Huh? Jen. I can’t think right now. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
That is actually kind of tempting. I can imagine several things I’d like him to do, starting with a foot massage and ending with clearing out the closet in my living room. I shake my head. “No, I mean how can you cum? It’s not attached to you.”
“Then help me! Sew it back on. Please!”
I tap my finger against my lip as if I have to think about it. “Hmmm. I don’t know.”
Adam drops to his knees and crawls to the bed. “Please, please. You don’t understand. Just give it to me. I’ll finish it.”
I lift it above my head and he groans.
