Page 18 of Dirty Pool

Almost there.

And shit, did she ever make beautiful noises.

Loud cries.

Shaking moans.

More.

His name sounded the very best, though.

“Michel, I’m gonna—”

He knew it already, even if she hadn’t been able to finish before the orgasm came down on her. If it were possible to watch someone break all apart before your very eyes, that was the beauty of Gabbie when she came.

Michel pulled away from her, the heady and tart taste of her still lingering on his lips as he found the condom he always kept in his pocket just in case. Tearing the foil packet apart, he let her resituate herself on the bed to come and help him tug his pants down until his erection was straining against the line of his underwear. Her fingertips drifted over his length as he sifted his fingers through the mess of her curls.

“Get on your knees,” he heard himself say.

Was that even his voice?

It sounded too … hoarse.

It made sense, though. There was a desperation coursing through his body like he’d never felt before, and he was not going to abate it until she was shaking underneath him while his dick was coated with her cum.

Simple as that.

Gabbie’s gaze flicked up to his, but just as quickly, she did as he told her. He got rid of the pants and boxer-briefs before sliding the latex down his length. She was too high up on the bed for him because he wanted to be steady. As much as he could to fuck her as hard as he could. Plucking up the panties he’d discarded before he went in between her thighs to get a taste, he also wrapped an arm around her legs to drag her back to the edge of the bed.

“What—”

She looked over her shoulder, but he already had those panties waiting for her. He decided, after hearing those noises she made, he didn’t want to gag her. Not this time, anyway. Capturing her wrists with one hand, he used his other to wrap those panties around her wrists just tight enough that when he or she pulled, it was going to sting, and there was no way she’d get free. But it wasn’t going to leave marks.

Her skin was too pretty for that, anyway.

“Oh, my God,” Gabbie mumbled when Michel fitted in behind her, and wrapped two fingers around the panties holding her wrists at the small of her back, too. “I can feel you.”

Just for good measure, he grinded the length of his latex-covered erection against the crack of her backside, feeling the way she pushed back against him. All it took was the slight shift of his hips, and the head of his cock rested against her slit.

Gabbie stilled, and dragged in a shaky breath. “Do it.”

Michel’s grip tightened on the panties, and his other came to gather her hair in his fist so that he could see her face as he fucked her, too. One flex of his hips, and he was buried deep into her pussy. She flexed all around him, every tight muscle hugging him all the way in, and then grabbing tighter when he pulled back out.

“Fuck,” Michel swore, the words ripping from his chest.

She echoed the sentiment.

But breathy, and higher.

His hips snapped back against her ass again, and he felt that in his marrow. The way her body took him in, and stretched open. He couldn’t help but watch her pussy take his cock, and when he pulled back out, how she coated him.

The pace between them became brutal, and frantic. Her fingernails dug into the side of his hand where he was keeping them pinned at her lower back. The line of her delicate shoulders strained the harder he fucked her, and she backed into every thrust.

She took him so well.

Perfect, really.

He didn’t know when her cries melded into something more frantic, but he loved that, too. Every single sound that came out of her just urged him on more until he could feel that tightening in his spine, and the heat in his balls. Gabbie trembled through a second orgasm, her head falling down as she sobbed into the sheets. The sight alone was enough to push Michel over the edge, and two thrusts later, he was spilling into latex.