Her arms reach up, trying to bring me down on top of her, but I take a step back, shaking my head, my hands going to my belt, swiftly undoing it and yanking it free.
It’s clear that she’s not sure where to focus, her eyes shifting from what my hands are doing to my face, and I smile when she rolls her lip between her teeth again. I kick my pants and briefs off, only stopping to fish out the condom tucked away in my wallet.
Unable to wait any longer, I press my knees to the bed, pushing her thighs wide as I settle between them. She’s not blinking as I kneel here, fisting the base of my cock, groaning as the sweetest pain flares throughout my body.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I tell her, swiping my thumb over the slit on my head, spreading pre-cum around.
She swipes her tongue suggestively over her abused lip, shaking her head. “I’m not changing my mind.” She wriggles into a sitting position, swiping the condom from me and ripping the packet open with her teeth. I never stop jacking myself, watching her intently as she scoots forward, concentration pulling her brows down.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” she mutters, her fingers grazing the underside of my cock. I throw my head back with a curse, electricity zinging down my spine. I tighten my fist around my shaft to the point of pain, refusing to embarrass myself by losing it too soon.
“Luckily, you won’t be doing it often,” I rasp. “I don’t want anything between us if I can help it. But that’s a conversation for another time.”
She grins up at me. “I think I like the idea of you making me…messy.”
My cock throbs, and I growl down at her. “Get on with it, darling.”
She giggles, but then she’s focusing on rolling the condom down my dick, taking her sweet, torturous time. The moment she pulls her hands away, I press her down into the mattress and then grip a thigh in each hand, pressing upward. The move spreads her wide open, her glistening pussy on full display for me.
The protest dies on her lips when I hiss, “Mine,” using just my hips to notch the blunt head of my dick at her entrance. I hover there, not quite penetrating her, lifting my eyes to hers as I repeat, “Mine.”
She blinks, her mouth parting like she might respond, but then I snap my hips forward, impaling her completely. She screams, and I let go of one of her legs to clamp a hand over her mouth, catching her sounds on my palm.
“We’ll soundproof this room,” I pant, kneading her thigh with my other hand. “I want to hear every fucking sound that comes from your mouth when I fill you with my cock.” Her inner muscles tighten around me at my words, and I give her a devilish smirk. “Like that, do you?” I taunt. “You’ll have to get used to it, Lynne Darling. The words and the way I fuck you. I’m going to erase everything that came before me…until all you know is me.”
She pushes my hand away, leaning up on her elbows so she can watch my dick splitting her open, disappearing inside her and then coming out glistening with her arousal.
“That won’t be hard to do,” she says on a whimper. Shecups her breast in one hand, strumming a finger over her nipple, and then it slides down her abdomen and into her pussy. She spears her fingers through her slit, opening them into aVaround my cock, so I can feel her cunt and her fingers with each thrust.
Lying back down, Lynley lifts the leg I’m not holding, hooking it around my hips, digging her heels into my ass, pulling me deeper. She arches her back, hips thrusting back against me, and I can’t resist the urge to lean down and take a nipple into my mouth, her breast sweet and supple.
Still keeping her fingers against her pussy lips and my cock, her other hand spears into my hair, firmly holding me to her as she pants out my name. Her pussy is getting tighter and tighter around my cock, and it feels like she’s sucking me back into her body with each thrust. I can hear how wet she is. I can feel it, the silken heat of her making me lose my mind, stealing any and every logical thought.
Earlier, I had a brief thought that I’d take my time with her, but it’s been too long, and she’s too perfect. I give her nipple one last hard suck as my balls draw up tightly, my vision going dark. “Fuck, I’m getting close. Need you to come again, darling.”
She huffs out a disbelieving sound. “No.” She shakes her head, her hair a tangled mess around her head. “I can’t. Once is the limit?—”
I laugh, before telling her seriously, “There’s no fucking limit with me, my Lynne.” I place a hand by her head, holding myself up as I power into her, my balls hitting her ass every time my hips meet hers. My other hand pushes hers out of the way as I go for her clit again, expertly swirling my fingers around the bud. Lynley cries out, looking like she’s trying to get away from my touch, but there’s nowhere for her to go.
“Give it to me,” I order.
“No, no, no,” she’s pleading, eyes squeezed shut.
“Yes,” I hiss out, pinching her clit between two knuckles, rolling it. I pull my hips back until just the sensitive crown of my cock is inside her, exhale heavily, and then drive home, filling her up. Lynley detonates under me, covering her own mouth to silence the scream that erupts from her, the tendons in her neck straining.
Staring down at her pleasure-drenched face, I have no choice but to follow her over as her pussy strangles the life out of my cock, trying to milk the cum from me. My vision whites out as I collapse on top of her, burying my face into her neck with a yell, hips still pumping furiously as cum spurts from me, filling the condom.
My shoulders heave as I try to catch my breath, pressing kisses to her damp neck. “Fuck,” I groan. “I couldn’t—That wasn’t?—”
She huffs out a wobbly laugh. “Not sure I’ve ever heard you at a loss for words.”
I smile against her skin. “You blew my mind, baby.” When my breathing evens out, I sit back, pulling my cock from her and slipping off the condom, tying it in a quick knot. “I’ll be right back.” I disappear into her bathroom, throwing the condom away and running a cloth under the warm water.
When I come back into the room, she hasn’t moved, her arms spread wide against the bed, her eyes closed. I stand here for a moment, marveling at the sight of her, before cleaning her up. She flinches at the first touch of the wet cloth, her eyes popping open and throwing me a confused look.
“What’re you doing?”
I frown. “Looking after you, darling.” It doesn’t takelong for the cause of her concern to sink in, and I shake my head. “It’s something you’ll need to get used to. I take care of my things.”
