Page 69 of Two’s Better

“Yes,” I hissed frantically, my pussy growing even hotter and wetter, clenching down around his shaft at the thought of it, the thought that I—that my pussy—was making him lose his shit. “I want it, I want it—”

He made a high-pitched, desperate noise, and suddenly yanked his dick out of me. I bit back a cry of dismay and alarm, my hips jolting.

“Fuck,” he snarled. “Sorry. Goddamn. Fuck.” I glanced over my shoulder to find him gripping his dick tight. It was glistening, shiny with my wetness. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” He looked like he was trying really fucking hard not to come on the spot, his eyes wide with a strange mix of desperation and panic as he stared unerringly between my legs, like he couldn’t believe whatever it was he’d just realised. “We forgot ...” He had to take a moment to catch his breath. “We forgot the condom.”

“Shit.” My pussy squeezed around nothing, and now I felt like I was the one on the verge of coming. All this time, even though it obviously hadn’t been intentional, he’d been watching himself fucking me raw. Jesus. And the thought that he might not have stopped, that he might have come inside me—

No, Ofure. Bad girl.

“My—my dresser. Bottom drawer,” I panted.

He rushed to the drawer, practically yanking it open and getting the entire pack out. He walked back up to me, ripping the pack open and tearing off a piece, his dick bobbing.

“For fuck’s sake,” he growled when he struggled to tear the sachet open. I let out a little snort. He snorted with me, then we were both laughing. “Goddamn,” he said, still chuckling.

“Yeah,” I whispered encouragingly when he finally, finally got it open. He inhaled sharply as he slid the latex down his visibly throbbing length. I wiggled my hips again. “Come on, Uzi.”

“You’re so demanding,” he teased, squeezing the base of his sheathed dick tight, stepping closer and rubbing the swollen head along my puffy pussy lips.

“You like it.”

“No comment.”

My laugh was cut short, my forehead dropping onto the desk as he began to ease into me once more, the stretch just as intense and mind-blowing as the first time.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Uzi, Uzi—”

At first, he tried to take it slow, his strokes deep and long, but eventually his need caught up to him and he was slapping into me hard and with barely restrained lust.

He managed a few powerful strokes before he was moaning and stopping completely, his hands clenched tight around my hips. He squirmed against my ass, obviously trying not to come.

“Oh God. Are you close?” He tried to reach underneath me with his right hand, aiming for my clit, but I slapped his hand away. “Ofure.” He gritted out my name like it was a curse and a prayer, pumping into me in jerky starts and stops, like he wanted to stop, to slow down, but he just couldn’t. “Shit, shit, shit, ah, God—”

“Stop holding back,” I said, shocked at the growl in my voice. “I fucking want it, Uzezi. Give me that fucking nut.”

I shoved my hips back and deliberately squeezed, clenching down as hard and tight as I could. He whimpered, his hips flying forward, burying every inch of his dick to the hilt.

And, oh my fucking God, that sexy little noise was my undoing. My eyes were rolling back, my pussy spasming before I’d even shoved my hand between my legs, circling my clit once with my fingers and coming so hard my vision went white. I had to bite my other arm to muffle my scream as I gushed hot and wet onto his still pumping dick.

Uzezi keened, lifting onto his toes, every inch of him vibrating as he rode through my orgasm, his dick pulsing as he filled the condom.

“F-Fuck,” he gasped, his hips still rutting madly as he worked out every single drop. “Jesus, fuck. Christ. Goddamn.”

I let out a low whine when he eventually pulled out, still shaking with aftershocks. He was gone for a quick moment, leaving my body feeling cold, then he was back, his hands squeezing my ass, spreading my cheeks.

Then his hot, hungry mouth was on my pussy.

I shoved a fist into my mouth to muffle my scream. I’d dropped down from the tip of my toes, but as he licked and mouthed at me from behind, I flew right back up, my free hand scrabbling at the wall futilely for purchase.

He moaned as he feasted on my cunt like a starving man, before giving all his love to my clit, licking and sucking relentlessly until I was coming again into his mouth with a choked cry. Even then, he kept going, and I didn’t stop him, even though I was sensitive, overwhelmed—even the scrape of his soft beard between my trembling thighs almost too much.

When I came for the third time, I couldn’t even make a single noise, my mouth open on a silent shout. He didn’t stop working my pussy until I shoved his head away with a low whine.

He stood up frantically, and I heard him fumbling with another condom sachet. I glanced weakly over my shoulder to find him rolling it onto his newly hardened erection. On a whim, I spun around and shoved him backward onto the bed, before climbing into his lap.

“Holy shit,” he rasped, grabbing my ass and adjusting our positions until we were comfortable. He hissed through his teeth as I reached between our bodies to grab his sheathed dick, pressing it against my entrance.

Then I sank down, sweet and slow.