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His hooded eyes burn into me as his square jaw ticks. “Slip it on, baby.” More butterflies take flight with what he calls me.
I give him another smirk, then move my eyes to his sculpted abs and drop to my knees as I pull the condom from its wrapper. Once I make it to the waist of his jeans, I jut my chin, telling him to pull them down. He obeys, pushing them down his thighs slowly, letting his cock spring to life without the confinements of his clothes.
It looks at me—precum oozing from its head—then twitches as I move to grab it. I grip the base with one hand and use the other to place the condom in my mouth, making sure the band of it sits in front of my teeth.
I glance up and see Bradley staring down on me with lust-filled eyes, and it makes my pussy clench. He gathers all my hair in one hand, then braces himself with the other as I lower my mouth onto his length. He’s warm and thick, filling my entire mouth the lower I go.
I use my tongue to roll the last bit into place, then make my way back up, flicking my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock as I go. With only the tip left in my mouth, he drops my hair and drags me back to my feet by my shoulders.
“I need to be inside of you.” I moan in response and relax my body so he can take control.
He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me, planting my ass firmly on the unsanded wooden table. In one swift motion, he hooks his fingers into the waist of my leggings and pulls them down along with my panties. Usually, things are more drawn out, but right now, I need fast. Fast, dirty, and fucking rough. So, I shimmy, lifting my hips just enough for him to pull my leggings all the way down, then flip onto my stomach.
His big hands grip my ass and knead my flesh, spreading me wide before he spits and lets it run down to my slit. “What do you want, Carmen?” he asks, using a finger to spread his saliva all over my most sensitive spot.
“You” is all I can manage to get out.
He continues working my slit from behind for a moment—running the tip of his finger from my clit down to my hole—before finally slipping a single digit inside. My pussy squeezes, wanting more than he’s giving. “I need more,” I breathe, moving my hands to grip the edge of the table.
He pumps into me one more time, then slips another finger inside. I buck my hips in response, moving them back and forth, fucking his hand. “That’s it. Fuck my hand.”
His words urge me on, so I keep going as he slips another inside. The fullness still doesn’t fulfill me, and I think he knows. He removes his fingers, then moves so his cock is lined up with my entrance. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he pushes inside of me.
His hands move to my hips. “I’ve missed this pussy,” he remarks before grabbing me even harder and pulling me back so he’s fully inside.
Slowly, my pussy contorts around him, adjusting to his size. Instead of thrusting his hips, he moves me back and forth, forcing my body to rock against him. My shirt rides up, exposing my breasts, and the wooden table under me scrapes against my nipples, sending small jolts of pain throughout my chest. It only adds to my pleasure though.
I’m not sure if it’s all the emotions or the overwhelming pleasure, but I’m already so close to the edge. I want to explode and let myself release everything I’ve been holding inside. To let go of the pain, the anger, the sadness.
“I’m going to come.”
He chuckles as he continues rocking me back and forth. “You didn’t ask.”
“Please!” I beg. I need this release. I need something that isn’t complicated right now.
“Please what?” He stills, and I can feel the buildup dwindling inside me.
“Please let me come!”
He lets go of my hips and leans over me. His warm breath hits my ear as he speaks. “Come, then, baby. Come all over my dick.”
I push myself up, forcing him to stand, then turn around. I grab his shoulders and guide him to the table, switching our positions. Once he’s seated, I climb up and straddle his hips with my ankles. I squat lower until the tip of his cock pokes at my entrance.
“Fuck,” he hisses, throwing his head back.
I smile, then lower myself further. Once he’s completely inside of me again, I let myself adjust, then start moving. I bounce up and down, over and over, until the pressure in my core builds again. This time, I have the control. I explode all around him and scream his name.
His head snaps back up, and his eyes lock onto me. I move to my knees, keeping him inside of me, then lean over. He grabs my hips again and holds me so I’m hovering over him. As my orgasm continues to rack my body, he thrusts up, finding his own release.
When he comes, I can feel his dick pulse inside of me, stroking the last bit of my own release. Once it slows, I roll off him. “God, I needed that.”
He moves his arm and clutches my thigh before I’m able to get up from the table. “You okay, Carmen?” Concern laces his features, and I can’t bear to see it, so I look away.
“I’m fine.” I smile, pushing his hand away so I can stand.
I find my discarded leggings and step into them as he starts to speak behind me. “We need to talk.”
I turn and tip my head as I watch him stand and put his pants back on. “That doesn’t sound very good,” I chuckle, but he doesn’t laugh.
