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Her palms slapped down on the bar as her inner thigh muscles shook, her clit already overly sensitive as I licked, sucked, and tormented her until her moans were something else entirely, something wild and primal and uncontrolled.
Then and only then did I press my tongue flat against her clit, feeling my lips curve up a little as another orgasm ripped through her body.
I moved to stand as she tried to come back down, unzipping my pants, stroking my cock a few times as I looked at her wetness coating her upper thighs, making a shiver of anticipation move through me as I stepped forward, running the head between her lips, coating myself in her need.
Helen pushed herself up, palms flat on the bar, her hips rocking against me, inviting me in.
And, well, you didn't deny your woman your cock when she wanted it, did you?
I slammed in deep, hissing out a curse as her hot, wet pussy welcomed me.
It always felt like that. Even when it wasn't slow or sweet or loving. Even when it was hard, fast fucking. It felt like coming home to be inside her, like there was nothing more right than our bodies being together.
Helen wasn't giving me time to marvel at the sensation, though, as she ground back into me, demanded more.
"Greedy pussy," I rumbled at her, hand sinking into her hips to use them to press her away, then yank her back even as I thrust, making her take every inch of me, the movement rough, borderline brutal.
But this woman, my woman, all she did was beg for more.
So I gave her more.
Until both of our bodies were slick with sweat, until her walls were a vice grip around me, until her moans silenced to simple gasps of breath.
"No!" she cried when I pulled my cock out of her, feeling her walls start to shake, threaten an oblivion I didn't want her to have yet.
I fisted the base of my cock, watching as her wetness fucking dripped off of it as it was down her thighs, before sliding it up to her clit, then down, back, up, pressing the head against her ass, listening to her take a slow, deep breath as she was known to do right before I took her ass. As I did then, gliding in as her air rushed back out of her on a sigh as my cock settled deep.
"Fuck," she hissed, pushing against the bar as my hand slid around her belly, helping her to move upright, press her back against my chest, her face curved into the crook of my neck. "That feels good," she added, one arm moving above her head to wrap around my neck as the other hung limply at her side.
"About to get a whole lot better," I promised her, snagging her arm at the wrist, sliding it down her belly, pressing her fingers against her own clit, my fingers pushing down on hers until she started working it herself. "Good girl," I rumbled as the pressure inside became too much to ignore, dropping my hips, then rocking back inside her, the pace unhurried, but not exactly gentle. Helen didn't need gentle. She needed release. Her fingers worked her clit relentlessly, seeking an end to the need gripping her system.
My hand moved to slide over hers, and back.
Her body stilled completely, anticipating it, then whimpering out as two fingers curled inside her, raking against the top wall as my cock got harder, faster, more insistent.
Her fingers started working her clit again as her body soared up, her walls tightening, her ass grinding back against me as I slammed forward.
Minutes.
It was maybe two short minutes before I felt it start.
"Charlie," she hissed a second before the triple-zone orgasms ravaged her system, would have sent her face-planting onto the bar had I not caught her, held her to me, as my cock and fingers kept working her, milked it for all it was worth before I pulled out, bent her forward, and came on her handprint-pink ass.
I almost face-planted myself, my fist slamming down onto the bar to hold myself up as my system emptied, as I cursed out her name.
"Fuck," I growled a long moment later after we had both regained some of our composure. "Stay," I demanded, giving her ass a squeeze before moving off to find a rag, getting it warm and soapy, then cleaning her up before I did the same for myself, discarding the rag, gently pulling her jeans and panties back into place, then pulling her back up, turning her, jumping her up on the bar, and moving into the space between her legs.
"I needed that," she admitted, giving me a warm smile, eyes still a little dazed and dreamy, a look that a man could be proud of.
