Page 34 of Spark

“Let me see.”

Throbbing and desperate, Dex yanked his shirt off and threw it aside, then he tugged open the button on his jeans and tore down the zipper. He shoved them and his boxers down over his ass, freeing his cock, and groaned in relief.

Hattie made a sexy little whimpering sound when her eyes dropped to his dick.

“It feels so good when you push inside me,” she said, moving the vibrator faster, sliding it quicker over her clit.

Dex curled his fingers around his dick and started tugging, squeezing the base and sliding up, tightening his grip on the head before coming back down. “Not as good as it feels having that pussy squeezing me.” Christ. Had he ever been this turned on? “Slide it inside, Hattie. Show me. Show me how you fuck yourself, sweetness.”

She nodded, panting as she brought her knees up higher, spread wider, and started to push it inside.

“Fuck.” Dex stroked faster, precome leaking from the head, making the glide nice and easy. “Oh fuck, that’s it. You’re so beautiful. Oh God.”

She started working herself with it, pushing it deep, then sliding it back out over and over, her belly quivering, thighs trembling, nipples straining against that fucking naughty little nightie she was wearing.

When she dropped her free hand down between her thighs and started rubbing her clit as well, Dex had to squeeze his dick hard to stop from coming.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, all of her. Nothing was more beautiful than Hattie getting herself off.

“P-please, I want you, Dex,” she said and gasped, arching. “I want you. Please, I want you inside me.”

Dex moved faster than he ever had in his life, so fucking desperate to get inside her he almost forgot about a condom. He snatched one out of the drawer and quickly rolled it on.

Hattie slid her vibrator free and whimpered. But she didn’t have to wait long, Dex lined up immediately and slammed forward, stuffing her full again, this time with his iron-hard cock.

Hattie wrapped her arms and legs around him and hung on while he bucked into her, pounded her sweet pussy like a man gone mad.

He’d never been so hot for anyone. Never. And by the way Hattie clung to him, digging her nails into his skin and begging him to fuck her harder, neither had she.

He gave it to her. Fucking her like she was begging him to. She was so wet, and he was so insanely hard. The sounds of their down-and-dirty fucking filled the room, and he couldn’t get enough.

He looked down at her, and Christ, she was gorgeous. No one had ever been as stunning as her in that moment.

Hattie threw her head back and screamed, clamping down on his dick over and over, hard and incredibly tight.

“Fuck, sweetness. The way you come for me, the way you squeeze me. Can’t get enough, baby. Never enough of you.” He slammed his hips forward and blew so hard he roared, grinding and fucking into the angel beneath him until he was close to losing consciousness.

He collapsed, somehow still aware enough to wrap his arms around her and roll to his side, taking her with him. They clung to each other, and after they worked at catching their breath, they both drifted off to sleep.

Dex woke a few hours later to Hattie curled into his side, her hand on his chest, and his dick demanding attention again. She was awake. He could tell by the way she was breathing.

“Can’t sleep?”

She shook her head.

“What do you need, Hattie?”

She rose up and straddled his hips. “You,” she whispered in the shadowed room.

“You got me, sweetness.” His voice sounded shaky, already rough with need.

She grabbed a condom, opened it, and rolled it down his cock. “How can I still want you after what we did only a few hours ago?”

“Christ, it’s the same for me. I always want you.”

She murmured her agreement as she gripped his cock and, without hesitation, positioned him and sank down, taking him to the root. “Shit,” she cried out softly.

“You sore?”