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"Get up," he growled, but she ignored him, instead bobbing deep again him and lapping at his shaft.
He pulled her hair gently, "Get up, Shay,"
She pulled away, her mouth red and swollen, a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to his aching length.
He took each of her shoulders in hand and lifted her up, then turned her around until he was pressed against the seam of her ass.
"You liked sucking my cock, didn't you?" he whispered and she nodded, her hair bristling against his face.
"I want to hear you say it," he urged.
"I loved sucking your cock," she whispered back in a deep husky voice he'd only heard once before.
"Good," He snaked an arm around her middle then walked his fingers down to the space he knew was wet and waiting for him. Dipping his hand under the soft, thin fabric, he brushed against her mound and found the spot he knew she wanted him to touch.
"Oh," She gasped.
"Now tell me you want me to fuck you," he said.
"You can fuck me when I'm finished sucking your cock." She tried to sink to her knees again, but he caught her and twisted her around to face him. When their lips were only inches apart, he said, "Good thing you're not the one who makes the rules tonight."
He led her back until her back met with the wall, then pushed her panties aside and thrust hard and deep inside. He was done with the slow, gentle back and forth. Done with the cat and mouse game.
He grabbed her hair and pulled, shoving himself inside her over and over until she slammed against the wall and made the pictures shake. If she minded, it wasn’t clear to him. Instead, she whimpered and gasped, the tiny noises in the back of her throat begging him for more.
He gripped her leg and raised it higher, wrapping it around his waist so that he could push even deeper, even harder.
“Yeah, Shay,” he said, and she moaned back in response.
With his free hand, he pushed his fingers down the front of her panties again and rubbed her hard, swollen clit until her little moans of “oh” became long, protracted cries of need.
He forgot about his sister, his friend, hell, he forgot about the rest of the world. All he wanted right now was Shay. The sound of Shay in his ears. The smell of Shay on the air. The feel of her wet pussy around his cock and then the taste of her lavender skin as he sucked her neck and fucked her harder still.
But even with her consuming him, even with every part of him wrapped up in her, it wasn’t enough. He need more, more, so much more. Needed to feel her walls quaking around his cock tighter and tighter. Wanted to reach the part of her he’d never seen before and stay there.
Wanted to spend himself inside her and feel every little quake of her body while he moved.
“Condom,” she whispered so softly he hardly heard her at first.
“What?”
“Condom,” she gasped, “we need a…”
“Shit, right,” He held her hips and slid away, then led her back toward the bed.
“Take off your panties.” It wasn’t a question, and she knew better than to treat it like one. She pulled the little blue fabric off and dropped it on the floor, then spread her legs wide enough for him to see every detail of her perfect pink pussy.
“Do you want to watch me?” she breathed, and before he answered she licked her fingers and stroked herself in tiny, rapid circles. She arched back, closing her eyes and he rolled the condom on while he watched her work toward her ecstasy, already impossibly harder than he’d been before.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he said, and he wanted to stand there and watch her longer, to study the way she played with herself, but it was too much to hold back. He needed to feel her again. Needed to feel her pussy constrict around his aching need.
“Don’t stop,” he said and she heeded the command as he pushed inside her again, watching as his shaft pistoned in and out of her warm, wet center. As her slickness coated him and made him want and want and want.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned, and though he hadn’t meant to say it, she smiled all the same.
“I’m going to come,” she warned, and he dug his fingers into her hips and pushed still deeper, with quick greedy thrusts that had her gasping and moaning so hard she forgot to touch herself. Now, though, he could only focus on her face. On the way her lips twisted and opened, then closed again.
And finally on the small “o” that spread wider and wider while her walls shuddered around him and she gripped the comforter with all her strength. Now was the moment, Shay Meyers was coming around him.
