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She was wanton. She was hungry for him. Rocking against him, pressing down, lifting, slow and easy she took every hard, heavily veined inch of his cock inside and shuddered with the pleasure racing through her.
She had never known anything like this. Like controlling the strength and the power of the man beneath her, taking him, moving against him for her own pleasure, and watching the pleasure as it filled his face as well.
It made her want more. It made her want to see if his face could tighten further, if pleasure could brighten his eyes further.
Holding on to his shoulders, she breathed in roughly and fought to keep hold of 123
just enough of her senses to watch him, to memorize his expressions, his response. The way the muscles of his shoulders tightened and bunched, the way sweat beaded on his forehead and ran in a small rivulet down the side of his face. His finger slid to the rounded flesh of her rear, tightened, and parted them before sliding inward, meeting in the shallow cleft that parted the sensitive globes. Her eyes closed. Color ricocheted behind her eyelids as she felt his fingers rasp against the
delicate opening he found there before his fingers dipped to the point where their bodies were locked together.
She wanted to move, needed to move, but as his fingers caressed the edges of her stretched opening she could only feel and let the pleasure wash over her as he drew the heavy, slick moisture back.
As his fingers moved back once more, she lifted, her inner muscles tightening convulsively on his cock as the friction heated her further.
Sliding down once again, she felt his finger rub against her rear entrance, felt it tuck gently against her, using the downward pressure of her body to penetrate just enough to warn her of his intentions.
Her eyes flared open as she froze. The feel of his finger poised just inside the forbidden entrance had her breath catching as his narrowed pale blue gaze met hers.
"Do I stop?" he asked, his voice low, rasping deeper than normal as he pulled back and exited, only to draw more of the moisture that eased from her vagina back to the sensitive area.
She lifted again.
His finger tucked back into place.
Did she dare? Could she dare?
Closing her eyes, biting her lip, Mikayla slowly lowered herself once again. The look on her face nearly had him losing his hold on the release that threatened to erupt from his balls.
Nik gritted his teeth as he fought that ache, felt her pussy rippling around him in nearing orgasm as it burned through the thin protection of the condom he had managed to roll over his dick before she began taking him.
Innocence marked her expression, filled her eyes. Despite the eroticism of the act, that innocence was still there. Despite the fact that she was slowly, hesitantly, taking his finger up her ass, his dick up her near-virgin pussy, she still looked like a virgin. Like a wanton, innocent fairy perched on his lap, driving him insane with pleasure. It was all he could do to hold on. All he could do to hold back his release as he felt those tighter inner muscles gripping his finger as she began to move on him. It was an agony of pleasure. Sharp shards of sensation raced up and down his spine, coalesced in his balls, and combined to drive him closer to release, to another nail in his fucking coffin.
Damn her, she was stealing every shield he had placed around his soul and he couldn't figure out how she was doing it. He couldn't stop her from doing it, and he couldn't leave her to keep it from it happening.
As he gripped her hip with his free hand, his head rested along the back of the chair. She was moving faster now, stronger. Her body undulated against him, rising and falling, her back arched, her face radiant, as though she loved the feel of his body. Needed it. Craved it as much as he craved hers.
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God, he needed more of her.
He wanted to spend every second just like this. With her taking her pleasure of him. Riding him like she couldn't help it. Like the perfect vision of sensual enjoyment. Her face flushing, her amethyst eyes darkening, her breasts swollen, nipples so hard they were like berries.
"There you go, baby," he groaned. "Fuck me, Mikayla. There you go, hard and fast, darlin'. Fuck me. . . ."
It was tearing through him. He could feel the hard pulses of electric sensation tearing up his spine, sizzling in his balls. His cock tightened, pulsed. Gripping her hip tighter, he moved harder beneath her, faster. Surging inside the tight grips that clenched around his dick as well as his finger, milking them, destroying him with her response to him.
She was close. He could feel her rising, see it in her face.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as strangled little cries fell from her lips. Tight, hard nipples brushed his chest, burned into his chest.
"Oh, God. Nik." Tightening further, she began to shudder.
"Give it to me, Mikayla," he groaned as he fucked inside her harder, his hips surging beneath hers, driving his cock into the hot, almost-too-snug grip of her pussy.
"Give it to me, baby. Come for me, Mikayla."
As though she needed nothing more, she exploded. He felt her climax, felt it tugging at his cock, his finger. Her juices flowed along his shaft to his balls as she tightened, arched, and cried his name as though only he could hold her to the earth now. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her to his chest, held her close, and powered inside her. Once. Twice. The explosion shattered through him as Mikayla jerked and shuddered in his arms, lost in her own pleasure as he found his alongside her. Holding back was becoming harder each time. Holding his heart and his soul behind the ragged edges of what shields remained was becoming next to impossible. Cradling her in his arms, still buried inside her, Nik realized in that moment that he could never have enough of her. That losing her, walking away from her, would destroy what he had retained of his humanity in the past ten years. He would be nothing more than a shell of a man.
