I lower my head and take one nipple between my lips. Her groan is immediate.
It’s deep and raw and has my cock jumping in excitement from the sound alone, loving how she is getting pleasure from one simple suck.
She clamps a hand in my hair, anchoring me to her breast, as if begging never to stop. I, of course, oblige, then switch sides, showering the other with the same slow, hungry attention.
My tongue flickers back and forth, and I know by the way her hips keep grinding against me, she’s thinking about how I feelagainst her clit—long, rough licks over and over until she can’t take it anymore.
Her back arches when my other hand pinches and tugs her lonely nipple.
I love this…when she’s utterly at my mercy…silently begging.
She lets out a long, involuntary moan. I pull back with a soft pop, tweak it once more for good measure, then kiss my way down her body.
She smiles at me, her expression smoldering, and the demanding way she lifts her hips again, I know she wants more.
“Please, Nate,” she cries, begging, knowing I normally have the patience of a saint when it comes to worshipping her. Delayed gratification only heightened the tension between us, but today, I won’t be able to wait long.
I trail my hands up and down her body, over her now red, abused nipples, the slope of her waist, the smooth arch of her thighs, slowly savoring her long, toned legs before moving inward.
When I slide my fingers along the inner crease of her thigh, she parts instinctively, exposing the hot, slick promise of her pussy.
Her scent pulls me closer, and I slide two fingers into her slickness and curl them to find the place that always makes her lose her mind.
“Look at this creamy cunt begging for my fingers.” I fist my dick hard with my free hand, pumping and releasing some tension, “Or does my girl want my fat cock?”
“Your mouth is still so filthy.” Her eyes are glued to my hand that I’m jerking myself with until they snap away to watch my fingers sink into her core. “That feels so good.”
“Look at my goddess.” I drag my soaked fingers out, then drive back in with more force. A low growl leaves my chest whenshe clenches hard around me. “So tight, so pink, so fucking perfect. Made just for me to use, to please.”
“Oh…god.” Her one hand grips my forearm, the other grappling with the sheets when I really start giving it to her.
I can tell the second it gets too much, when that burning sensation takes over, because her legs snap up for more friction.
“Spread them,” I bark.
She snaps back to the mattress, and I take this opportunity to add a third finger and ride her hard.
The room fills with the sound of Maddie’s wet arousal as she sucks me in, clenching on every pass. Giving me a taste of precisely what my dick’s about to feel any minute now.
When I rub my thumb around her clit, she tears out a scream, her orgasm rippling tightly around my fingers until she has nothing else in her.
She collapses back onto the bed, breath ragged, smiling, her eyes shuttering close. I shuffle up to smash my lips to her. “You’d better get a second wind, Cunningham. We’re in this together all night long.”
She snorts, patting me on the cheek. “Don’t worry, coach, I have great stamina.”
“Fuck yeah, you do. Maddie Grace Cunningham, world champion sex master.”
She bursts out laughing, and I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed that sound.
“You need help with that?” She’s staring at my dick, waggling her brows.
“Yes, actually, I do, before I die of blood flow issues.”
“So dramatic.” She leans over to my nightstand. “Lube in here?”
She might have been open for my fingers, but we both know we normally need help once my dick is involved. It’s always beenthat way. No matter how much I warmed her up or how many times we fucked, lube was our best friend.
“Yup.”
