“Lift up your skirt and show it to me,” I rasp.
“Insatiable,” she breathes with a little playful smile.
Her fingers lift the hem of her skirt until I get a perfect view of her little cunt above my cock. It’s alreadyglistening, lips flushed and soaked from teasing me, from sucking me, from wanting this as much as I do.
“Such a messy little thing.”
I guide her back into my lap, cock resting against her entrance.
She lets out a soft whimper through her nose.
“Sit that pretty pussy on my cock,” I say, squeezing her hips tighter to stop myself from thrusting up.
She bites her lip, one hand braced on my chest while the other reaches down to line me up. The second she touches me again I suck in a sharp breath, refusing to close my eyes. Needing to watch.
And then she starts to sink.
“Fuck, Jessica.”
Her pussy clenches around the tip as it swallows me. Her mouth falls open in a silent moan as she starts to sink, inch by inch.
I look down at her little pussy wrapping around me and almost lose it.
When she hits the halfway mark, she stalls with a deep moan, my cock straining for the rest of her.
I hold still and let her adjust.
“You okay?” I manage, barely holding it together.
“Yes.” She nods, squeezing her eyes shut. “Just… you’re so big.”
I grin, smug satisfaction blossoming in my chest.
“Keep going,” I urge. “I want to feel all of you.”
She does. She lowers herself the rest of the way until she’s seated fully in my lap, impaled on my cock. Her thighs tremble, walls squeezing me.
Her hands clutching my shirt. My grip on her hips is bruising now, because if I don’t hold her still, I’ll snap.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, jaw clenched, forehead pressed to hers.
“You feel so good,” she whimpers.
“Then start fucking my cock,” I murmur, voice rough. “Ride me.”
She breathes out once. Then she rises, so slow, and sinks back down.
My head tips back, eyes rolling shut for a second as the heat of her swallows me whole.
“Fuck.”
She does it again. A soft rhythm. Up. Down. Each drag impossibly tight, every slide soaked and silken and perfect. She’s trembling on top of me. I open myeyes because I have to watch, and what I see damn near kills me.
Again.
Jessica on top of me, hair wild from the humidity, moaning because of my cock inside her. Her entire expression is glazed over with pleasure. Her hands find my chest again, palms flattening as she braces herself, working me one slow grind at a time.
She rolls her hips on the downstroke and my breath punches out of my lungs.
