Page 93 of Blissful Devotion

I wasn’t aware she could be more tempting, more delicious, or more desirable, but this… I could get used to this, Kat. I can’t look away, hardly blinking as I watch her hands trace a slow path down her legs before she steps out of one pant leg, then the other, and slowly begins trailing her hands back up.

She ghosts her fingers up her thighs, the tips of her fingers just ghosting over the edge of her barely covered pussy before she continues up her stomach to her breasts that she grasps, kneading and tweaking her nipples. Her eyes stay fixed on mine, and I watch her pupils blow wide, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she teases us both.

I’d love to watch this all night, but I’m already close to my limit. I make a mental note to see if we have cameras here to look back on later; if we don’t, we’ll need to fix that, but for now I have more important things to worry about.

Like sinking my cock into the little beauty who’s putting on the best show I’ve ever seen. I need her to make all the noises I’ve heard her make for everyone else.

Wrapping my hands around her knees, I yank her back down. The only thing that separates us is the thin piece of fabric she calls underwear. It’s nothing, mostly lace, and does nothing to hide the warmth of her wanting pussy or her wetness.

I press up, arching my back to lift my ass off the bed as I reach around her and unbutton my pants. I kick my shoes off, then push my boxers down as far as I can before letting my hips fall back onto the bed.

The second my ass is on the bed, I grip her hips, pushing her down, her ass dragging over my cock, and grit my teeth at the feeling, which is only outdone by the warmth of her still-covered pussy.

That won’t do.

Peeling my eyes open, I look and nearly shout in excitement when I find my jeans are still on the bed, but just barely.

Reaching for them, my fingers brush the worn denim before I pull back, pressing my head back into the pillow with a groan as my little beauty tests just how far she can push me. She gasps and whimpers as her hips rock against my cock.

As if she wasn’t sexy enough, but to see her take her own pleasure from me…

If she keeps this up, I’m gonna come before I get to feel that perfect pussy, and that just won’t do, not this time.

I’ve waited too long, been on the watching side of too many of her orgasms to be so close and not get to be the one to make her scream.

I grip her hips, stopping her movement before I snatch my jeans and pull the pocket knife from my pocket. I’ve carried a knife since I was a teenager, and in all my years, I’ve never been more grateful than in this moment.

With quick, precise movements, I slice her underwear from thigh to belly button so that they’re left hanging around her right leg, but that’s all I need. I use my hold on her to push her the rest of the way down my cock, gritting my teeth as I push her off only to drag her back up.

“Fuckkk,” I groan, feeling how wet she is as I grind up into her wet heat.

Her answering whimper tells me she needs this as much as I do, and who am I to deny her.

Tilting her hips forward, I drag her up over the tip, hissing at the feeling of her as I slowly sink in and her whimpers turn to strangled moans that only make the urge to fill her even stronger.

By the time I’m fully seated, we're both panting, sweating, and teetering on a knife's edge.

That’s what I get for waiting so long.

Her pussy squeezes me like it was made for me, as if she was made for me, and fuck, at this point I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing that makes sense.

I stay still, giving her a second to adjust, watching her face as it slowly relaxes again, and she blinks her eyes open, those beautiful green eyes meeting mine with so much love and lust it takes my breath away.

“Are you pierced?” The thick husk of her voice makes my cock throb. Her answering moan nearly makes me lose it before I register the fact that she asked me a question.

Honestly, I’ve had those piercings so long I tend to forget about them.

I don’t answer, at least not with words. Instead, I push, rocking her hips back before dragging her back up, once, slowly, before I do it again, faster and faster, slowly building to a pace that has her eyes screwed shut and her head thrown back, her cries of pleasure building as we both rush toward a release that feels too close and impossibly far away.

“Fuck, Vince!” Her fingernails bite into my chest as she rocks her hips on her own, matching my pace, looking fucking beautiful above me.

I need more.

Rolling, I manage to keep myself buried inside her as I drop her onto her back, tossing one of her legs onto my shoulder and pound into her at the new angle, allowing me to fuck her deeper as she scrambles to grasp the sheets, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream as her walls attempt to keep me forever.

My own orgasm slams into me hard as she comes, forcing me over the edge with her as her perfect pussy spasms while I pump her full of my cum.

I’ve never fucked a woman raw, never wanted to even risk having kids. I knew what my life was, and I wasn’t a family man.