“Yes,” I breathed, tweaking my nipples.
He used his dick to spread my wetness over my clit, causing me to moan. “Good.”
I quivered.
I ran my hands all over my breasts and belly before reaching between my legs and grabbing his dick. Using it to play with my clit, I got myself worked up. The sound of my wetness punctuated the air. The way his eyes pinned me as he watched me use his dick to play with myself forced me to moan.
“Fuck,” he grunted, grabbing my hips. Tilting me so my ass was slightly off the bed, he flexed his fingers against my skin as he lined his dick up.
My breathing was heavy, anticipating what was to come. “Please.”
He slowly parted my lips as he pressed his head into me. We moaned in unison.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he held himself in place.
“Please fill me up,” I begged. “Please, please let me feel y—”
My sentence dissolved the moment he sank into me.
He let out a rumbling noise in the back of his throat.
Inch by inch he stretched me out deliciously. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I moaned loudly. The yearning deep in my core spread through my entire body as he worked his way into me. Once he was buried inside, he paused, adjusting to the tight fit.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He put his hand around my neck and then leaned down so his mouth was against my ear. “But you take me so fucking good.”
Chills ran down my spine.
“Lamar,” I whimpered.
“Fuck,” he swore, before slowly pulling out of me. He bit down on my earlobe before he thrust forward.
I gasped, clenching around him.
A groan from the depths of him rumbled through his body and tingled mine. The sexiness of that sound and knowing I’d caused him to make it made my heart flutter. I ran my nails down his back and then pulled him closer, wanting all of him.
I moaned.
“I love the way you sound,” he whispered.
He sat up, letting his hand slip from my neck, over my breasts, and down my belly. He spread my thighs wider and watched himself move in and out of me. Hearing him, seeing him, feeling him heightened the experience.
“This pretty pussy looks so fucking good,” he murmured. “You taking that shit, Jazzy.”
Incoherent words rolled off my tongue as he started strumming my clit with his thumb.
“That’s it, Jazzy,” he groaned. “That’s it. Give it to me.”
With each stroke, I got louder and more responsive. I didn’t recognize my own voice. And the louder I got, the rougher he became. The more my body responded, the louder he became. The sound of my wetness invited him in deeper.
“Oh fuck,” he panted as he drove himself into me.
My lashes fluttered closed. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop…”
“Look at me. Open your eyes, Jazzy. Let me see you.”
My eyes opened, and as soon as they locked with his, my orgasm snuck up on me. I gasped as I clamped down around his dick.
He grunted, fucking me through it. He held my legs open and never broke his rhythm. He fell forward, and his mouth covered mine. The new position of his body caused his dick to hit a spot that had never been hit before.
