“Oh!” Her hips tilt to give me better access. “Oh my god, that’s—ah!”
I groan against her folds, feasting on her like a starving man. My tongue swirls around her clit, then presses against it, stroking it until her legs begin to tremble.
“I’m so close,” she pushes out between moans.
My fingers dig into her thighs and ass, holding her open further while I worship her body.
“Oh, shit, shit.” She cries out and scrabbles at the glass, rising on her toes.
I yank her back against my face, not done enjoying my meal. Her pussy soaks me, coating my jaw, dripping down my throat.
“You’re going to make me come again,” she whimpers.
“Good,” I say against her folds. “Give it to me. Come on my face.”
Her body goes rigid and her breath hitches before she grinds against my face with a moan. I’m panting when I shoot to myfeet, fumbling to unbuckle my belt. I slap her ass when she drops one of her hands between her legs to play with her pussy while I nearly rip the buttons on my shirt in my haste to get undressed.
“Keep those hands on the window, baby.”
She twists to look at me. “Hurry up, then.”
Holding my gaze, she braces both hands against the glass, looking gorgeous as fuck with my jersey hanging around her waist, pussy glistening and begging to be fucked.
“Good girl.”
I finish stripping and slot behind her. My nose dips to graze her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. She nudges her hips back, her folds gliding over my length.
I line up, covering one of her hands with mine as I sink in slowly, making her take my cock inch by inch.
“Easton.” Her head thumps against my shoulder, face angling towards me.
“I know.” My eyes hood when I fill her completely. “Hold on.”
Keeping her steady by gripping her hip, I drag my cock out slowly, then slam back in. Her mouth drops open in the reflection. My thrusts are slow and sharp, making her tits bounce with each one.
We fuck against the window with the city as our view.
Her sounds of pleasure grow louder and her back arches when she’s close to coming. I find her clit, circling it with my fingers while I trail kisses down her throat to her shoulder. Her pussy clamps and she chokes out a plea.
I pull out, silencing her protest with a kiss as I pick her up, wrapping her legs around me. Taking her to the bed, I lay her down and enter her again. She throws her head back, arms locking around my neck.
She’s all mine. My girl, wearing my jersey.
A groan tears from me and my hips stutter, cock pulsing with my release. She welcomes it with a sound of pleasure, body squeezing me tight while she hums and rocks her hips languidly.
“Maya,” I rasp.
I bury my face against her neck. We’re both panting and wrecked. Her fingers run through my hair. Pushing up to brace over her, I brush my lips over hers.
“So, good surprise?” she murmurs.
“Best fucking surprise.”
I roll to my back, tugging her on top of me. My palm splays over her spine, tracing it in long sweeps as our gazes meet. Those stunning hazel eyes that stopped me in my damn tracks crease with love. Threading my fingers into her hair, I draw her down for another kiss, needing to tell her with my lips once more that she’s my world.
Whatever the future holds for both of us, we’ll have each other. Nothing will separate us.
Maya Donnelly is it for me and I want to spend my life with her.
