Page 52 of The Fool


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I was so close.

Even with him not moving a muscle, and allowing me to do what I was doing, I was close.

His cock was just that magical.

I clenched my pussy, feelings starting to rise inside of me.

He growled, his fingers definitely leaving bruises now.

But he let me fuck myself on his hard cock.

He stayed perfectly still, not moving a muscle but for the clench of his hands.

I started to push back a little bit harder. Just a little bit.

I just needed a little… bit… more.

I pulled all the way forward, letting his cock head stay just inside of me, then slammed backwards.

He grunted, obviously feeling just as much as I was, but managing to contain himself.

“God, I need you right now, Keene. I need you,” I pleaded with him.

With myself.

I didn’t even know at this point.

I just knew that I really needed to come.

So badly that it was all I could think about.

And then his big hands were coming around my ribs, anchoring my body to his.

“Stop,” he ground out.

He sounded like he was strangling.

Like he was hanging on by a thread.

But something possessed me in that moment.

I pulled away from him and he let me go.

The moment his cock pulled free, I was turning.

The glance I got before I pushed him onto his back was indecent.

He was back on his haunches, ass to heels, with his legs spread wide. His cock was so long and thick that it was resting heavily on the duvet cover. And it was shiny with my wetness. A dot of pre-cum was beaded at the tip, and I had the irrational urge to lick it off.

But my mind was on other things.

More pleasurable things.

I pushed him to his back, mounted him like I’d done it my entire life, and then sank down on his cock.

He cursed, his muscles straining.

His eyes snapped shut, and his face took on a pained expression.

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