And she obeys, watching me free my cock and shove it down her throat.
Absolute fuckin’ heaven!
She gags, and her eyes water in an instant, but she’s such a marvelous sight. Her hand jerks up in shock at the sudden lack of air, but it stays like that, not asking for mercy.
“Tell me, honey, would you tap out if it got too much?”
I expect her hand to do the begging, since her mouth is quitefull at the moment, but this woman is born to defy my expectations. Instead, that same hand slides between her legs, and her clit gets a greeting—one I should be doing.
“I don’t wanna hold back with you. So you tap out if it gets too much. Got it?”
When I pull my dick out of her throat, she coughs and inhales, before another fit of coughing cuts off her words. Grabbing her ankle, I spin her once more and spread her legs around me.
“I—” Summer coughs again, barely catching her breath. “I’d rather die than tap out.”
“Great tombstone quote.”
“I’m not a fragile thing.”
“And I’m not going to treat you as such.”
I thrust hard, burying all of my length into her pussy, and her muscles clench on my cock with such force, it takes everything in me not to come right that instant.
“Oh, God!”
Her back arches, every line of her body tightening under me, making her resemble a divine sculpture. Would she find me insane if I had one made of her like this?
“God? Don’t give him credit. I’m the one between your legs. If you scream, it’s my name or none at all.” I lean closer, letting her adjust to me buried to the hilt.
Her hand darts for my throat, pulling me all the way down to her lips, staking a claim. When she breaks the kiss, the fuckin’ gates of hell stare back at me, promising to ruin us both.
“Fuck me like you couldn’t break me even if you wanted to.”
I draw back, fully intent on ramming into her pussy hard enough to rearrange her insides, but Summer has other ideas. She shoves my shirt past my shoulders, and I finish stripping it off. I pull out of her for a second to kick off my jeans and boxers, but when I lean down to bury myself inside her again, she catches my arm. Her leg swings up and over to the opposite side of my head, and in oneagile move, she slams me down on the table, pinning me beneath her.
I knew she was a fuckin’ witch. Or maybe a ninja.
Her palms glide over my chest, and her pussy eases my cock back home. I growl at the sensation of her impossibly tight heat as her hips begin to move, showing off again what she can do with those sensual rolls. Cupping her breasts, I pinch her nipples, aching to take them in my mouth, and she gives me the sweetest moan.
“Have I ever told you... that I fucking love your dick?” she pants.
“I love the way you worship it. Will you make a shrine for it, honey?”
“That’d be weird.”
“I’ll make one for your pussy.”
“You’re a weirdo.”
“Yourweirdo.”
“Do you wanna hear—”
I drive into her hard, and only my firm grip on her hips keeps her in place. The way her nails dig into my chest, and the sweet throaty moan filling the air, have me one breath away from going feral. I pull myself up, grabbing the back of her neck until my lips hover over hers, waiting for her to finish the question.
“A confession?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be on your knees for a confession, love?”
