I can't get enough of her.
Her pants grow more frantic, her fingers gripping my sheets, holding on.
I reach for myself and start pumping my hand.
I can’t wait any longer.
I stand quickly.
“Fuck, Dutton, please let me come. You’ve tormented me twice now and stopped right before it was going to happen.”
I position myself at her entrance.
“I’m going to let you come, but when you do, it will be with my cock buried deep inside you.”
“Yes, yes.”
“I don't want to use a condom,” I tell her. “But if you tell me to, I will.”
“No. I’m clean and I'm on birth control. Fuck me, please.”
The pleading in her tone sends me pushing into her.
“Oh my god,” she purrs. “You … shit …”
“Relax, Books. It’ll fit.”
She takes a big breath, and I use that as my signal to push all the way in.
“Jesus. Fuck,” I say once I’m to the hilt. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You feel amazing,” she says and then pushes against me.
Her signal to move.
I slide out and then back in, slowly.
Over and over.
I lean back to watch as my cock disappears, and I swear I grow harder at the sight.
“You should see this, Books. The way you take me. It’s beautiful.”
I reach for her hand and guide it between her legs.
“Feel how wet I am when I slide out. It’s perfect.”
I remove my hand, but she keeps hers there, adding an extra bit of friction to my cock as it slides between her fingers and then inside of her.
The feeling grows more and more intense with every thrust.
“I’m close,” she says. “Harder.”
This time, it’s me who does as she says.
I pound into her, harder and harder.
“Yes!” she screams. “Dutton!”
