I scissored them gently before withdrawing slowly, savoring her whimper of protest. Then I circled her swollen bud and thrust back in, watching her hips lift off the table, watching the curve of her small round ass.
My cock ached. It demanded to fill her up.
I pulled my fingers out, then plunged them inside, fucking her until she was writhing. Seeing her body react to the things I did to her was like seeing heaven. I loved it, loved when she lost her mind.
I'd almost taken her to the edge. Not all the way, though, not yet, but enough to make limbs shake and eyes glaze over.
When I removed my hand and licked my fingers clean, just to see how she'd react, she murmured, "I really need to come… Please." She looked almost hurt when our gazes collided.
I leaned in, bringing my face closer to hers, pressed the two fingers I'd just had in her pussy and in my mouth to her lips and said, "Open."
Her eyes widened, lips parted.
"I want to make it last all night long," I husked out as I slid the fingers into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over them, breathing heavily.
"That's right. Taste it, taste us," I whispered, removing my digits from her mouth while positioning myself at her entrance and rubbing my cock—already slick at the tip—against her slit.
A visible tremor ran through her legs. I grabbed her thighs to keep her in place.
"Take it," I told her and pressed the head against her opening. She was drenched and already primed. I knew if I went hard, I wouldn't meet much resistance.
She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip first, shutting her eyes for a second. Then pleaded, "Do it. Please."
I pushed in, slow at first, letting her stretch around me. She suckedin a ragged breath, clenched the edges of the table with both hands as if preparing for what was to come.
"Does it hurt, baby?" I asked.
She shook her head, but her eyes were turbulent, filled with dark anticipation. "No. It's good. Really good."
I thrust forward savagely, buried myself to the hilt with one go, and paused there just to feel her spasm and expand around me. It was almost enough to make me come right then.
I pulled out, then slammed back in, hard enough to make the table clatter against the floor.
She gasped, then wrapped her legs around me again, pulling me deeper.
I fucked her hard, watching the way her tits bounced in the bra, the way her mouth fell open with every stroke.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was perfect. Better than perfect. I'd never wanted anyone like this, not ever. Every single act of sex before Kimmy felt like a chore, like I needed to fuck someone so I could just come and release my frustration.
This—whatever it was with her—was different. Wild and unrestrained and amazing.
I leaned over her, changing the angle and pinning her shoulders to the table, and fucked her so deep I could finally feel the real resistance inside.
She whimpered, "Oh my God, Seven, oh my God, I'm gonna?—"
I stopped, pulled out just enough to edge her.
She whined. "Don't stop."
"I want to see how many times I can make you not come before you orgasm."
She cursed when I slammed back into her, my cock hungry for her pussy.
I moved a hand up to her chest, squeezed her breast, then pushed the cup of the bra aside so I could pinch her nipple. She gasped, arching up off the table.
I kept my pace steady, but rough. She was close, I could feel it in the way her body tensed under me or in the way her legs stiffened around my waist.
She screamed, curling so high I had to hold her down. Her sweet, perfect cunt clenched around my cock, milking me. I let her ride it out until she was about to come, then pulled out just before it happened.
