Page 22 of Between the Sheets


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Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Then he is out of me again, his dick long and wet; my pussy wet and aching and greedy. My body shakes with want and need. Goddamn him!

He swiftly turns me, backs me into the mirror, lifts me up by the hips, and sits me on the head of his dick. The mouth of my cunt opens wide as he eases me down on him.

I hook my arms around his neck. Gasp. Marcel cups my ass. And makes love to me.

“Vous aimez cette bite, pas vous?”

Love and dick is all I can decipher.

Marcel repeats himself in English. “You love this dick, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…,” I whimper.

He growls in my ear. “Je vais venir dans ta chatte humide, bébé.”

A groan slips from between my lips as I wrap my legs around him. “Please tell me what you just said, baby.”

He digs his nails into my ass cheeks. “I said I’m gonna come in your wet pussy, baby. You want me to nut, huh, baby? Mmm…uh…fuuuck…you want this nut…?”

His words are like kerosene, igniting flames inside of me. Decadent heat and pleasure quakes through me as my own orgasm swells.

My cunt clenches. Unclenches. Clenches again. It spasms around Marcel’s cock, and gets wetter and hotter with each stroke. His strokes get deeper and faster.

He is on the verge of coming.

I am on the border of an orgasm as well. Marcel is fucking me closer to the edge. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and bounce up and down on his dick, taking in every bit of his length as he hits the bottom of my well.

I can hear the saleswoman as she returns to the fitting room area, checking in on someone else. I hear the other woman call out and say she is fine.

I moan.

Marcel moans.

The saleswoman knocks on the door again. “Mrs. Kennedy, are you sure you don’t need any help in there?”

Marcel’s long fingers delve inside my crack. He presses into my asshole. Everything inside of me erupts. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I’m sure. I’m com…ing…mmm…right out.”

“All right.”

“That’s right, baby. Let me get that nut,” Marcel murmurs into my neck. “Pussy so fuckin’ good.” He growls low. Then bites into my shoulder. And unloads a thick river of heated pleasure inside of me.

I cling onto him. Kissing him. Milking him.

Five minutes later, his dick plops out of me. He lowers me to the floor. Then plants one last kiss on my lips, before lifting his pants up from around his ankles and stuffing himself back inside.

“Let’s get home so we can finish this up.” He grins, opening the dressing room door and slipping out, leaving me wet, disheveled, and deliciously fucked.

TEN

Marika

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