My fingers danced along his thighs, up to his ass, and as I gripped the muscle and pulled him into me deeper, his gaze turned feral. With one hand gripping his flesh, the other worked along his crack, turning his heated gaze into something else. Something unexpected. Something laced with mystery.
His eyes relaxed, and he didn’t stop me when my finger ran down his entire backside—over the hole that most men would be too self-conscious for any woman to touch—and all the way to his balls.
Just a simple graze had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Spencer’s head tipped back as I cupped him and sucked him deeper into my mouth. His knees began to shake, growing weaker, and instead of allowing himself the pleasure of coating my mouth in his cum, he gripped my hair around his fist and pulled me off him.
“That mouth of yours, Bella. It’s fucking filthy.”
He tugged lightly on my hair, gesturing for me to stand up, and with a sweet smile, I obeyed.
“On your knees.” With his hand still locked in my hair, he pointed to the loveseat with his free one.
“I’m beginning to think you have a fetish for me being on my knees.” Our eyes met when I looked over my shoulder, kneeling onto the furniture.
“I can’t think of a better view than this one. You on your knees, with your back arched, and your ass out.”
He groaned as his tip teased my entrance.
“Fuck me, Daddy. If you tease me for one more second, I’m going to scream.”
“That makes two of us, baby. But something tells me that I’m going to make you scream anyway.”
Not wasting another minute, he gripped my ass, and I watched his gaze as it fell to where we met, taking in every inch as he disappeared inside of me. Watching his face turn feral only turned me on more.
“Oh my God,” I gasped.
Fuck. His cock was so big I could hardly think straight. My mind was clouded with him pounding into me, filling me up, and hearing each groan as he bottomed out.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted.
“So big,” I echoed.
My praise went straight to his cock as I drove my ass back and he slammed into me even harder.
“I knew the moment I tasted your pussy I wasn’t going to last long,” he huffed, trying to hold onto every ounce of restraint left in his body.
He was close, but I knew he wouldn’t finish until I was right there with him.
“Keep going, Spencer, I’m almost there.”
His fist loosened around my hair, and my long dark locks cascaded across my back. With one hand placed firmly on my ass, he used me to stay steady. His other hand floated to my front and grazed over my tits, the sensitivity at an all-time high.
“Yes. Yes. More,” I cried eagerly.
He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, my jaw dropping at the sensation.
My moans sped up, becoming more erratic. My pussy tightened and my legs were on the verge of giving out.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Come on Daddy’s cock,” he growled.
I was already close, but it was his command that put me over the edge. My walls closed in on him, squeezing, and begging him to come along with me.
“I’m there. Oh my God. Yes.” My stomach dropped, and each moan came out breathier than the last.
“Holy shit.”
His will to hold on snapped as his hips drove forward, pulsing into me a couple more times before he couldn’t hold back anymore.
