At least I think it’s fake.
I don’t pump my fingers long. Less than a minute is enough to tip Blair into the abyss she’s been teetering on since I entered.
She vibrates beneath me. Her loud moans cease, the orgasm stealing her voice. My hand is soaked she’s so wet. When the pressure increases, realization dawns and I yank my fingers out, looking down just in time to catch the sight.
“You didn’t tell me you’re a squirter,” I rasp, the words strained because fucking hell... it’s the hottest thing I ever saw.
“I... I didn’t know I could do that... I’m so sorry.” She throws one hand over her face, hiding away and trying to shut her legs, denying me access.
Sheneversquirted before?
Well, shit, and here I was, thinking my ego couldn’t possibly get any bigger, only for Blair to double its size.
Itriggered her squirting.
“Sorry?” I pry her arm off her flushed face. “What the fuck are you sorry for? That’s hot, baby girl.” Pushing my hand back between her legs, I groan at how wet she is. “Show me again.”
“It’s not gross? Are you sure?”
I push my fingers inside, stroking her G spot again. “I’m sure. Now relax. I want another one.”
With a small nod, she grips my shoulders, gliding her hands higher until she cinches my neck, tugging my hair as I work to bring her higher.
She just had an orgasm, but the next one’s close behind, her body still not mellow enough. I dip my head, sealing her lips with a kiss, working her up even more, and that fucking kiss...
It’s a replay of what went down in the hallway. A complete loss of inhibitions. Our tongues fight for dominance, mouths come together in a rushed rhythm, and Blair mewls, her thighs slapping closed to lock my hand between them.
She’s back to the putty version of herself. Adjusting to my pace, giving into my dominance as if allowing herself to let go of the fight that fuels her is all she craves.
“Almost there,” she mumbles, angling her head back and exposing the porcelain column of her throat. “Cody, I—”
“Come,” I cut her off, sucking a bit of flesh above her pulse, not hard enough to mark her but hard enough that her eyes burst open in shock. “Now, B. Show me how good it feels. Let go.”
And she does, her chest rising and falling faster as she pulls down quick, erratic breaths. The orgasm hits, the pressure pushing my fingers out, and her legs shake as she drowns the sheets.
I’ve watched enough porn to know this isn’t over.
Pushing my fingers back in, I pump fast and hard while she’s still in the throes of orgasm, and the wave retreats only to gush back stronger.
Blair’s moaning, gasping, muttering something incomprehensible, her nails drawing long lines down my back, legs shaking so hard her feet float above the soaked sheets. I’ve never seen a woman this lost in the moment, fueled by nothing but desire. She’s still quivering, beads of sweat forming along her hairline, blue irises almost swallowed by black pupils.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I say.
I could force another out in seconds, but her skin’s clammy like she’s not far off passing out.
“And so intense,” she half gasps, half whispers when I glide my fingers between the swollen lips of her pussy.
Bracing both hands against my pecs, she finds enough strength in her frail body to push me back until I sit on my calves.
Her delicate hands go straight for my zipper. She pulls it down, flips the button, and urges me to help as she hauls my jeans down my thighs. My cock springs free, the head red, precum beading at the tip.
“Are you always walking around commando?” She locks her fingers around my shaft, maneuvering to lay on her belly.
“I jumped out halfway through the shower when Ana battered at my door, screaming the place down,” I say, weighing every word because Blair’s hot breath is right there, fanning my cock, her hand deliberately pumping up and down.
“Consent to put your cock in my mouth?”
I laugh. Well, try, but it comes out desperate because she uses her thumb to massage the underside, and after watching her writhe on the bed for the past fifteen minutes, I’m not far off shooting the load from this tiny move alone.
