AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My eyes are bright, alive. My cheeks are flushed and so is my chest, my breasts.
He hits the spot I’m craving and I groan.
“What do you see, baby?”
“I see…” I start, but it’s hard to focus on one thing: his hand beneath my panties, finger fucking me; my bouncing nipples as I take his thrusts; my parted lips that release moans and pants that sound positively feral.
“Tell me what you see,” he says, grinding his erection into my ass as he slightly changes the angle of his fingers, rubbing my clit with the palm of his hand.
“I see you fingering me,” I say, my voice breathy and unfamiliar.
“You want to come on my hand?”
He adds a finger and my legs shake. It’s like sensation overload, the hot steel against my ass, his hard fingers working my pussy and my clit, his tongue and teeth and lips against my neck.
“I want you…” I start, but he nudges me forward and I catch myself on my hands as he changes the angle and grinds harder against me, his dick nestled between my ass cheeks, the lace of my panties providing extra friction. My breasts swing with the new angle and his talented fingers find a sensitive spot that I never knew I needed him to hit.
“Fuck, Faye,” he says between breaths. I hear him unzip his pants and in the mirror I watch him stroke his length as he sucks on my earlobe.
“I need to be inside you,” he grunts. “Where do you want me to come?”
“Inside me,” I pant.
He withdraws his fingers and I whimper at the loss. I feel so empty. I kick off my underwear as he rids himself of his boxer briefs.
“I need you, Zeke,” I moan. He pulls back my hips and I catch myself on my forearms.
“Hold on,” he says, “you’ve got me too hot. I won’t be gentle.”He lines himself up with my entrance, teasing me with his fat, swollen head.
“Please, Zeke,” I whimper.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Only if you watch,” he says, tugging me back and up ever so slightly so that I get a full view of my tits and him behind me.
“Fuck me,” I say, eyes on him in the mirror. His nostrils flare and he lets out a low, tortured moan as the hot ache builds at the place where we’re so close to connecting.
He thrusts forward in one swift move and I watch my eyes widen, and then go half-lidded. Already, I look sated, as if just his being inside me is all it takes.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says as he pulls back and thrusts in again, in a long, slow motion. “You’re so wet for me, so tight,” he says between heavy breaths as we find our rhythm, me pushing back against him to get just the right deep angle, and him bending to accommodate. My breasts bounce with each thrust, my nipples dragging against the cold, hard marble.
“You’re watching me fuck you,” he says with a growl.
“Yes.”
“You like watching, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant as he picks up the speed.
His fingers work their way up my ribs and one threads through my hair, twisting it into a knot and tugging me back. He kisses me as hard as he fucks me, mimicking with his tongue what he’s doing with his cock. The awkward angle adds a new tension to the angle, and I gasp when his other hand finds my clit, swirling tight little circles around the sensitive bud.The familiar warmth pools at my spine and builds too quickly.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
“Watch yourself,” he grits, still gripping my hair, but turning my head to face the mirror. He picks up the pace, thundering into me. The sound of my slickness and his balls smacking my ass echoes off the marble tile and mixes with my heated moans and his filthy words. I feel the rise of my orgasm as he nips at my neck.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I meet his eyes in the mirror. His brow is hard and determined, his lips swollen and parted, his eyes hungry and dangerous.
