Her pussy put his cock in a vise grip.
Fuck.
“You’re forgetting one thing,” she said.
“What is that?” he groaned.
“The way things stand now, it’s you that has to maintain control. Not me.”
She was right, in this position, he was at a disadvantage. He was much more likely to come, andsoon, he thought, as his dick slipped in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
In one swift motion, he rolled over, taking her with him so that she was on top. He could feel her clit slide against his cock as she placed both hands on the floor and pushed herself up.
Damn, the thing is the size of a plum.
He placed one finger on it.
“Oh God, oh Jesus.”
“No, Ceci. Only me. Sir Galahad.”
“I am not going to say that. You can’t make me. Now stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Your fingers. Move your fingers.”
“This way?” He brushed her clit in a circular motion clockwise. “Or this way?” he said as he switched direction.
“No.” Her breath faltered. “Not move. Remove.”
“You want me to remove my finger?”
He did and she shook her head.
“You’re very indecisive, Cecilia.”
She glared at him. Suddenly and without warning, she removed both her hands and fell smack on top of him. He barely had time to get his finger out of the way, but he was still inside her.
She flashed a satisfied smile at him. “I’m not going to move. Not even one inch. Now what?”
He reached around and fingered her asshole.
Now her pussy had his cock in a death grip.
Fuck.
She pulled herself up.
“Come on, Ceci. You can do this one little thing for me, can’t you? When I’m so good to you. I am good to you, am I not?”
Shutting her eyes, she nodded and flinched as the tip of his finger entered.
“Good. Good. So. Good.”
“Slide up and down my cock then.”
She did. That tight wet pussy swallowed his dick until that death grip set off an explosion, shaking every inch of him so violently he momentarily lost where he was. Until her voice brought him back.
