She shudders once more as I keep mercilessly thrusting my fingers into her clenched heat, the smell of sex thick around us.
“I’ll fuck you with my tongue until you can’t walk, and then I’ll fuck you so hard with my dick that you’ll see stars.”
“Now,” she gasps.
“You’re not done yet.”
“Oh mygaaaaahhhh,” she pants.
I crook my fingers inside her and press hard on her clit, and she sings.
Swear to god, she hits a high note while her head rolls back again, her sweet pussy clenching even harder.
My hand is fully coated in her release, and I keep teasing that orgasm higher until she finally flops against me, panting and limp. “Holy shit.”
“Not done yet, Skillet,” I murmur.
She lifts her head, eyelids heavy, one eye a little crossed, her lips pink, the skin around them chafed.
And she gives me the sweetest, softest smile.
The kind that can crack a man in two.
Make him forget his own name.
Make him fall in love.
“We’re not, are we?” she murmurs.
I lift my fingers and lick the salty, heady taste off of them.
She shudders. “Why is that so sexy?”
“Because you’re fucking sexy, you gorgeous minx.”
And then she’s moving, shifting against my hips until she’s sliding onto my dick.
Fuckingheaven.
She shudders again. “How—so good—already?”
“More,” I grunt.
She rocks on my dick, slowly lifting before sinking back down again with a soft gasp. “Talk dirty to me.”
“Youtalk dirty tome.”
She lifts herself again, almost all the way off of me, and hovers there. “You’re so big.”
“Not—dirty.”
Her hips flex, and she rides down on my hard-on again. “Brain scrambled.”
I push her dress higher. “So good.”
“So perfect.”
She rides me in the front seat, her slow, easy pace becoming frantic as I find her breasts and stroke the underside, then over the top, making circles without reaching her nipples.
