“When I’m in all the way, grab the headboard and hold on.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
I took my cock, ran the latex tip in her arousal a few times and then slid in slowly. Her pussy immediately sucked my dick like a winter glove.Yeah, this was better than any home cooked meal.I wanted to survive solely on Peyton’s pussy until the day I died.
I rocked my hips to slide fully in. Once I was to the hilt, I spoke, “Hang on.”
She reached up and grabbed the headboard. Her body tilted, causing my shaft to hit the spot that I knew would drive her insane. I picked up my speed, Peyton’s tits bouncing with each drive, and I grunted. She felt fucking amazing.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
So she spoke to him too…
“Your pussy’s so fucking tight,” I bellowed. “God, Peyton, you feel so good.”
Well, shit, I was talking to him too.
She moaned, the headboard banging against the wall. “Don’t stop.”
Stop? Fuck no. I wasn’t stopping until she screamed my name so that Sam knew who the fuck I was. I groaned. She moaned. The bed squeaked, and the headboard started to mark the grey paint.
Peyton came once.
I continued my thrusts, willing my explosion to hold off. Sweat slicked my entire body as I pumped, the head of my cock hitting the end of her slick heaven.
“Fuck,” she hissed as her body moved in sync with mine.
She came again.
My balls started to pull up, and I knew I was close. I also knew that the spot I was thrusting against was more aroused after an orgasm—or two—and if I kept up my pace, Peyton would come one last time before I blew my load.
And then she came again.
“Booker!” she screamed, cum gushing out of her.
“Ah fuck,” I hissed, and drove a few more times and then came.
She leaned back against my chest, my arms holding her up as the milky fluid soaked her bedspread. I lazily played with her tits as our breathing slowed.
“What was that?” she asked.
“That, beautiful, was you squirting.” Yes, I totally said it loud enough for that Sam dude to hear.
Beat that, motherfucker.
