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“I want you to touch me down there.”
“Where, baby girl?”
I smile. I like teasing her. I will turn her into a filthy talker.
“Kai,” she whimpers, burying her face in my neck as she sinks onto me. She is still shy. She conquers one thing at a time. It’s a turn-on. I will always find new things to try out. They will last a lifetime.
“Tell me, baby girl,” I whisper, my hand caressing her hipbone but not getting any closer to where she wants it.
“I want your hand on my pussy,” she whispers, and I pull my face away abruptly to see her scarlet red.
I chuckle and do what she likes, my fingers finding her clit as she whimpers.
“Like that, yeah?” I study her face, learning her every tiny display of pleasure.
Her hips start rolling faster.
“Reach with your hand behind you and cup my balls,” I order her softly.
She does, her touch so gentle but so erotic that I grunt.
“Do you like that?” she asks.
I like everything she does.
Our bodies grind together—sweaty again but needy for each other. The pleasure that builds up in me overrides the pain from the injuries. I would fuck her senseless if I could move. But this is perfect.
Callie is taking more of me in, rolling those hips just like I told her. I want to be in many places at the same time. My mouth finds her breasts, kissing and lapping at them. I take one nipple in my mouth and suck on it, the texture of it so erotic like I’ve never been with a girl before.
My hand glides down to squeeze Callie’s butt, then up to the front to palm her breast again as my mouth catches hers in a brief kiss. My other hand gently rubs her clit, sliding further down, pulling her folds apart so she can take me deeper.
And she moans.
My petal likes this.
I can’t get enough of her moans.
She rides me perfectly, up and down, and I wish there was a mirror behind her so I could see her sweet ass in motion.
I’ll make her dance for me naked. She is an incredible dancer. Some people let their bodies absently move to the music. Hers—it’s like every musical note resonates in her limbs, in her hair, in the turn of her head. She floats to the music, blending with it.
I want to see this perfect little ass swing in front of me to some slow song. Right after I fuck her in that little ass. Right after I lick her pussy until my tongue hurts. With Callie, I want to try everything—every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had.
Right now, she is sinking her pussy onto me faster. She is getting close, panting, pressing her breasts to my inked chest. She tilts her face up, lips parting in a moan like she’s seen God—her orgasms are beautiful.
And then she cries out.
“Yes, baby girl,” I murmur, feeling my cock twitch just from watching her come as she keeps riding it, faster and faster, her pussy contracting around it, her hand squeezing my balls harder as she forgets herself.
She cries out again, and then it’s a little cry after cry at every thrust, her body shuddering as she rides through her peak. Her orgasm seeps from her body into mine as I feel my balls tighten, and I spill inside her with a loud grunt as I catch her moving hips and wrap my arm around them, stilling her as my cum keeps spilling inside her.
She goes limp in my arms, and my body grows weak as we sag into each other, wrapped in an embrace.
I am dizzy and cum-buzzed as we stay like this for a moment, our hands slowly caressing each other.
Holy hell, I want to die right here and now, with my cock in her tight pussy, her breasts against my chest, her little tongue entangled with mine as she finds my mouth in a slow kiss.
She finally sits up, easing me out of her, then curls up on my side. I pull the sheet over us and wrap my arms around her, tugging her closer to my side.
