“Jesus…” I groan, the simple touch sending a wave of pleasure through me. She smiles, seems proud, at my reaction, a dangerous little vixen who knows the power she wields.
“I need you dripping if I’m going to fuck you,” I growl, my voice thick with hunger. “So, make yourself come on my dick.”
With a deliberate tug, I drag her dress down, exposing her perfect, perky breasts. My mouth goes dry as I take her in. She’s a fucking masterpiece, and those tits are the kind of perfection you only see in dreams.
“Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath, unable to stop myself from reaching out. I pinch one of her nipples hard, enough to make her wince, which only fuels my desire. “I said make yourself drip,” I repeat.
As I lean forward, my lips find her neck, tasting the soft skin there, moving down in a trail of kisses and bites until I reach her chest. I take my time, giving each breast the attention it deserves, sucking and licking until her soft whimpers turn to needy moans.
“I… I…” she stammers breathlessly, caught between her nerves and the need she can’t deny.
“Come on, Peach,” I tease, my lips brushing her ear. “Don’t get shy on me now. Show me how much you want it.”
With one hand on her hip, I position my dick just above her soaked entrance, dragging it slowly along her slit, teasing her with every inch of my length. She shudders, her hips rocking instinctively to chase the friction.
“You feel that?” I ask in a low rasp. “That’s what you do to me. Now, make yourself come for me. I want to feel you drench me before I fuck you so deep you’ll be screaming my name all night.”
She bites her lip, her hand shaking as she reaches between us, her fingers brushing against my dick. I grab her wrist, stopping her.
“Uh-uh,” I say with a smirk. “I said make yourself come, not let me do it for you.” I release her hand and move mine toher waist, giving her hips a firm squeeze. “Show me how bad you need me, baby. Ride it. Make a mess out of me.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, a mix of defiance and desire swirling in their depths. Slowly, she moves her hips, dragging her wet pussy along my shaft, coating me with her slickness.
“That’s it,” I murmur, one hand sliding back to grab a handful of her ass. “Keep going. Fuck, you’re so wet already. I can feel how much you want it. You’re going to drench me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her movements growing bolder, her clit catching on the ridge of my dick with every stroke.
“Fuckk,” I groan, watching her lose herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her pace quickens. “Look at you. So desperate to come on me. You love how I feel, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she cries out, nails digging into my shoulders for support as her body trembles with need.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this,” I growl, my hands moving up to cup her breasts, my thumbs flicking her hard nipples. “All mine. Every moan, every shiver, every fucking orgasm, mine.”
Her hips stutter, and I can feel her body tense as she teeters on the edge. “That’s it, baby. Don’t stop. Come for me. Drench this dick, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”
Her head falls back, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as she finally breaks, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. I can feel her slickness soaking me, her pussy throbbing against my length.
“Good girl.” I drag her down to kiss her fiercely. “Now that you’ve made a mess of me, it’s my fucking turn.”
Without giving her a chance to recover, I grip her hips and position myself, thrusting into her in one slow, agonizingstroke. Her cry is sharp, her walls clenching tightly around me, and I let out a guttural groan. The way she takes me, so tight, so wet, it’s almost enough to unravel me right here.
“S… Sir,” she breathes. Her hands grip my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life.
“You’ve got it, Peach. Almost there,” I grunt, breaking into a sweat as I inch deeper. Her body yields to me perfectly, every inch of her molding to mine. “You’re taking me so well. I’m so proud of you.”
I kiss her, swallowing her gasps and moans as I push until I’m seated fully inside her. Her thighs tremble around me as we both exhale, our breaths mingling in the charged air.
“You feel that?” I rasp against her lips as I start to move, thrusts slow and deliberate. “That’s me claiming you. Every inch of you, mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasps. I pick up the pace, my control slipping with every thrust.
“Damn right you are.” My hands grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements to match mine. “And I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked every thought out of that pretty little head of yours.”
She moans, her voice high and breathy, as her hips begin to move on their own, meeting each of my thrusts with an urgency that drives me wild.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, my hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. I pull her head back gently, exposing her neck, and trail my lips along her pulse. “I want you loud. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”
“Sir,” she whimpers as she tightens around me, the telltale signs of her climax building again.
