I hear her sharp intake of breath, and I use the surprised moment to cup her sweet ass before I lower my hand to slip it between her legs. She widens her legs just enough to give me access, the green light I was looking for, and I plunge one of my fingers into her cunt. Her walls immediately grip greedily onto my finger, and I slide it in and out as her hips sway with the movement.
Fuck, it’s hot, seeing her vulnerable as she lies naked on the table, relaxed and letting me in. The control I have over her as I work her pussy induces a powerful feeling inside me, something I’m not sure I’ve felt before.
She reaches out, and her hand collides with my leg. She moves it around until she finds my cock, and she starts rubbing me over my shorts.
“Hands off,” I warn, but she doesn’t stop.
I pull my finger out of her to her grunt of protest. She lifts her head, and my voice is direct and loud in the quiet room as I issue a demand. “Face down.”
I grab the sheet from where it lies on the floor.
“Put your arms up over the top of the table,” I demand, and she shivers a little as she follows the command. I think she likes when I take control, and truth be told, I like it, too.
Maybe a little too much.
I feel the moisture in my briefs as a bit of precum leaks out of me.
“Can I tie you up?” I ask.
She nods into the table, and I use the sheet to secure her arms. I get back to what I was doing, slipping my finger back inside of her. I lean down and press a kiss to one side of her ass, and she moans as her hips lift off the table. I could fuck her from this position. Why the fuck do I never have any goddamn condoms on me when the impulse hits us?
I add a second finger and push them into her pussy, and when I curl them up, her legs seem to quiver. “I need to fuck you,” I growl.
“Shit!” she moans. “Yes. Please!”
I pull my fingers out of her again, this time to yank my shorts and boxer briefs off. I stroke the head of my cock a few times, releasing more precum and hoping I can hold off long enough to get inside her.
I shift her so her face is still in the hole but her hips are in the air, and I’m staring at her ass. I lean forward and lick a line through her pussy, and her hips jerk with a soft gasp.
I slide my finger into her pussy and take her clit between my lips. I suck and run my tongue back and forth over it and pull it as I pump my finger in and out of her, and her hips sway as soft moans escape her.
I pull my finger out of her and move it up, and then I slip a finger into her ass.
“Ohhh,” she moans. “Oh God…”
I pump my finger in and out of her ass as I suck on her clit, and she starts to buck her hips in earnest, like she needs me to move faster, like she wants to ride my finger while it’s in her ass. Her grunts and moans are deep and long, as if she’s loving every second of what I’m doing to her.
“Fuck, Millie. I can’t—I need to be inside you,” I grunt.
“Please,” she begs. “Give it to me. I can’t wait another second for your cock.”
I remove my finger from her ass, and I climb onto the table. It creaks a bit as I wonder whether it can hold our combined weight. I run my hand over her ass again as I settle into position. There’s not much room up here, but I’ll make it work.
I line my cock up with her cunt and slide in, and since her ass is up in the air for me, I slide my finger back into her ass.
“Oh my God! Yes, Archer! Yes!” Her words, her sounds, her whole fucking body are pushing me too close to climax too fast.
“You love the way I’m claiming every part of you,” I grunt.
“I love it!” she cries.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass,” I say as I add another finger.
“God, yes. You will,” she gasps.
“Tell me how good it feels,” I demand.
“Fuck, it feels so good! Oh God! I’m gonna come!”
