I reach for the back of her knee and lift, forcing her to lean to the side and press onto her toes to keep her balance. Hooking her leg over my forearm, I line up with her cunt; the tip nudging against her heat. I haven’t even entered her yet, and I’m already a near-whimpering mess.
My eyes roll back as I thrust forward, impaling her on my cock to the sound of her cry, one arm holding her leg where I want it, the other hand curled around her hip, holding her to me as I pump my hips, almost pulling all the way out before I thrust back in. Hard.
Our skin slaps together, fingers bruise and nails scratch as she clings to me, head thrown back as I fuck her in the middle of the gardens. With every thrust, her skin sparkles, the lights above highlighting the new sheen of perspiration that’s dampened her skin.
“Fuck, Noah,” she whimpers, “It’s deep.”
“You can take it,” I speak through gritted teeth, eyes on where I disappear into her body, cock slicked wet with her arousal. “You were made for me, baby. Feel how fucking good we are.”
The position allows me in at an angle we haven’t tried before, opening her up to take every inch of me. My balls slap with every hard, powerful thrust, her cunt sucking me in, drenching me.
“I need to come,” she begs. “God. Please.”
“You can come when I tell you to come,” I grind out, “Not before, and not after.”
She squeezes her eyes closed as her teeth sink into her lip.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her eyes spring open, the deep coffee brown swirling, a tinge of gold in the depths of them.
“So fucking pretty,” my thrusts turn slower but no less deep, jerking her body every time my body meets hers. “Look at you taking every fucking inch of me.”
Her eyes flare, “Please.”
I’m not sure if it’s the soft way she says it or the absolute desperation on her face, but my resolve breaks. Pulling out of her, I drop to my knees, force her knee to my shoulder and bury my face between her legs. Her cry reaches the ceiling and bounces back to me on an echo. Two fingers slide inside, thrusting as deep as they’ll go while my tongue flicks her clit.
I feel her immediately start to pulse against me, hips rolling, riding my face as she chases the orgasm tightening all of her muscles. She tastes so fucking good, so damn sweet, and when she climaxes for me, I don’t let up. She rides my face, dragging out every second of her orgasm, coming all over my mouth while my fingers curl against that sweet spot inside of her, prolonging the ecstasy for just a little bit longer.
But I am a desperate man, and I need back inside her. Pushing back onto my heels, I move my hands to her thighs and coax her toward me. She straddles my lap and with a hand on her ass, I guide her down, entering her once again, my mouth finding her chest, teasing a hardened nipple with my teeth.
With the residual tremors of her orgasm still pulsing through her, she falls right into another as she rides me, my cock sawing in and out of her. The hard path bites into my knees, but fuck the pain.
I’ll spend an eon on my knees for her.
“That’s it, baby,” I whimper, the muscles in my neck growing tight as I try to cling on to the fraying rope, but the pleasure is tearing through me. “Fucking ride me. Take my cock. Take my come.”
“Oh god,” she moves faster, harder, bouncing on my dick. My hands slide over her sweaty skin, the hair at her temples and nape a little damp, but fuck, she is glorious. “Yes, yes, yes.” She cries out, nails biting into my shoulders as she crashes and burns, bringing me down with her.
My cock jerks and spills, the orgasm a relief that has my groan joining hers, muscles spasming as I fill her up with every damn drop.
Still, it’s not enough.
I gently lift her off me and immediately replace my cock with my fingers.
“Thank me,” I growl.
She wobbles, snatching out to catch herself on my shoulders as I push my come back inside of her.
“Look at this greedy pussy, Sidney.” I fuck her with my fingers, my come seeping down over my hand, “So ready for more.”
“Too much,” she cries, but her body moves regardless, pushing down on my fingers for more. She fucks herself against my hand.
“Not enough,” I groan, looking at the mess we’ve made. “Say thank you, Sidney, for my come. For my cock. Tell me how much you fucking love it.”
“Jesus,” she moves harder, faster, “Thank you. More.” Her words are breathless, almost too quiet to hear. “You feel so good.”
I press my thumb to her sensitive clit, rolling it softly while she continues to fuck herself on my fingers.
