“Oh yeah?” I ask, grinning against her mouth. “I hope I passed the test.”
“I’m going to need you to do that again… and again. For probably the next hundred years.”
“I thought we agreed on forty to fifty?” I tease. She’s straddling my hips, rubbing that slick, wet pussy against my cock and I’m struggling to concentrate.
I’m aching, I need to be inside her.
She shakes her head. “I’m gonna need more time than that.”
“Deal.” I grunt on low exhale as she reaches between us, lining the head of my cock against her opening and taking just the tip inside. “Oh fuck, Louise.”
As she sinks onto me, taking every inch, her mouth drops open and a breathy, ragged whimper puffs against my lips. “Why does your dick feel so big like this—”
I huff out a laugh, letting her take her time to adjust. “You take it so well, though, Louise.”
When her ass is flush against my thighs and every inch of my cock is buried inside her sweet pussy, she pushes herself up off of my chest and tosses her head back. Grinding her hips in a circle, my own mouth drops open at the sensation.
Fuckkk she’s so tight. I love being inside her.
Bracing her hands behind her on my thighs, she uses them as leverage as she begins to move like she’s putting on a fucking show. Tits pushed out, straining against the material of the bodice of her costume, skin flushed and rosy.
“Fuck,” I groan, spanning my hands across her waist where it slopes out at her hips. The skirt of the costume is so short I can watch as her body takes all of me over and over again, little glimpses as she rides me. I roam my hands over her body, over the generous curve of her ass, down over her bare thighs to where the thigh high stockings begin. I let my fingers play with the edge of them before I feel her start to tremble and the prettiest whine escapes her. Oh fuck, she’s close. “Good girl. You gonna come all over my cock, Princess? Do it.”
She nods, her entire body shaking. I can feel her tightening, rippling.
“Atta girl,” I croon, and Louise’s lips drop open, eyes clenched shut tight as she comes. Wrapping my hands around her waist again, I steady her movements as she shakes and dear fuckingGod, I’m trying not to come with her. “You’re so pretty when you do as you’re told, Louise.”
“Ohmygod,” she sobs, dropping her chin and opening her eyes. Cheeks flushed, mouth dropped open, green eyes heavy lidded and hazy with pleasure, she’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. She wiggles her hips, settling against me fully, and whines when I hit even deeper. “Zach—”
I sit up, still seated deep inside her and reach around her for the zipper of her dress. With fumbling fingers I find it, pulling it down until I can yank the remaining scraps over her head. A pink, lace bra covers her tits, and I bury my face between them, inhaling her scent, before taking one peaked nipple into my mouth through the fabric.
Her pussy spasms around me, making me see fucking stars.
Wrapping one arm around her back, I toss her onto the bed next to me, my body following. I slide back inside her, going as deep as I can as she wraps her still stockinged legs around me.
Her hair fans out around her on the bed like a golden halo, arms thrown up above her head, the backs of her hands resting on the bedspread. Sliding both of my hands against hers, I twine our fingers together as I start to move.
“Zach, I—” she whispers, then arches her throat back as I hit that spot deep inside that I know curls her toes.
Her eyes find mine, and I see it, what she wants to say. I nod, my throat seizing.
Dropping my mouth to hers, I kiss her, pouring everything I have in me into the kiss. Hoping she knows what neither of us can say.
“Zach, come with me,” she whines when I release her from the kiss, and I’m lost. “Please. Please, I need you—”
“You have me,” I breathe, my voice breaking. Goddammit, this girl. I love her.
This time, when Louise comes, squeezing the life out of me, I’m right there with her, my own release exploding through me with the force of a freight train. I see spots in my vision as I empty inside of her with long, hot spurts.
And I know I’m never coming back from this one.
Forty-Nine
Louise
“Do you want to go grab a coffee with me?”
“We have coffee here,” Zach grumbles, eyeing me as he pulls a hoodie over his head. I grin, because the look he’s giving me is one thousand percent a ‘dad’ look.
