The command in his voice does something to me, and my pussy spasms, gripping the finger inside me.
And then he pulls away, leaving me wet and achy.
“Turn around,” he orders.
I spin, still on my hands and knees, looking up at him.
“Suck my cock.”
“Yes, please.”
I crawl closer and drag my tongue up and down his shaft, along all sides, getting it nice and slick. He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, but he doesn’t say anything, so I keep going.
I take him as deep as I can, until his tip hits the back of my throat. Slowly, I slide back, almost all the way, then dive forward and take him back down. I find a rhythm almost immediately, and he follows it, hips pumping against me.
He grunts and groans, fucking my face, and the whole thing makes me wetter.
Out of nowhere, he pulls back, picks me up and spins me, and then plunges into me from behind, making me squeal. His claspers wrap around my hips, soft but determined, holding me in place.
As if I’d rather be anywhere else.
He lets out a long, low moan. “You’re hot and tight and wet. You’re perfect.”
I press back against him, taking him as deep as our bodies will allow. His cock is so thick, I feel full to the brim.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please. I’ve been waiting so long.”
“You have, haven’t you? Such a patient girl.” His voice is strained.
He starts to move, slowly at first, in a long drag, and then faster and harder. The harder he pumps, the tighter his claspers grip me, hanging on with a bruising strength.
I love it.
He pulls me off my hands, so that my back is pressed against his chest. One hand slides down to play with my clit, and the other pinches at my tight, aching nipples.
His thrusts are long and deep, pressing against my G-spot.
It’s an assault of pleasure. I tip my head back against his shoulder, incoherent little noises coming from me as he stimulates me everywhere.
“Oh my god,” I breathe into his ear. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” he grunts, thrusting even harder. “Do it. I want to feel that pussy come all over my cock.”
He squeezes my nipple hard and flicks his finger against my clit in a fast, rough rhythm. My vision goes black, my whole body tightens, and then I scream as the orgasm plows into me, uncorking a pleasure so deep and intense, it’s like it comes from another dimension.
My inner muscles clamp down on his cock, squeezing, and I can feel the wetness of my cum dripping down our legs.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Keep squeezing me like that.”
I do as he says, flexing my pussy on his thick, thick cock, gasping as I feel it get even bigger and harder inside me. He pulls me tight against him with a shout, arms banding around my chest, and erupts inside me like a volcano. I can feel his hot, wet release mixing with my own, and the overwhelming sensation of it all sets off another orgasm in me, my whole body shaking and spasming.
We stay locked together for a long time, breathing and trembling, before his body finally releases mine, his claspers receding. At last, we collapse on the bed, tangled together. He’s still hard, though, and I’m still achy and dripping, and before long, he’s pumping inside me again, both of us groaning at the intense pleasure.
SPENSER
When I wake up, the bed is cool. Juliet has been gone for a long time, and it’s my fault. I’m the one who changed the schedule and put her on the morning shift. She had to sneak out before 7:00 to go shower and change before clocking in.
If I hadn’t done that, she’d still be here with me, all naked and soft. Warm skin, truly spectacular tits, and long legs wrapped around me, fucking me senseless. Damn, I really am a moron. With a sigh, I stretch. I could go for a long shower, and maybe some tea. Caffeine sounds good right about now.
