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He pulled his mouth away from hers by a mere inch. “Look into my eyes.” She did and he saw a mixture of fear and sadness there but because he also saw something fiercely glittering, something very like hope, he kept going. “Say my name, Hayley.”
“Chris,” she complied immediately. It came out in whisper against his own lips.
“Again.”
“Chris.” Louder this time. “Chris,” she said, a third time, this time unprompted and began rocking on top of him, meeting his thrusts.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. He laid back down on the pillow. She’d refocused and was now riding him well, raising up and pulling his cock almost all the way out and then sinking back down on him to reconnect them, her slick pussy simultaneously stretching and squeezing in a delicious push/pull that threatened to end things for him too soon. He’d never been in a pussy this tight and it was hell on his control. Hayley, however, was controlled, for better or worse and after the few minutes he’d been able to hold off he could see she had come upon impatience and was now edging closer to frustration.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered and her half-lidded eyes opened fully to look down at him in surprise. His voice was purposely dark and languid with an undercurrent of molten lust. “Be a good girl and get your fingers on your clit for me. I want to watch you.”
Hayley kept her eyes on his as she slowly, achingly slowly drew her hand down from its resting place on his stomach and trailed his skin coming to their hot, wet joining and pressing on her swollen bud. She gasped.
“Rub it, Hayley,” he demanded. “Tease it.”
Chris watched intently as she swirled her fingertips around it and moaned. Apparently she didn’t like direct stimulation. Too sensitive, he suspected. Like her nipples, which were straining against the fabric of her shirt. So many hard little nubs begging for his attention. Someday, he thought, and dragged his gaze back to her pussy.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he remarked. “Look at that pussy.” Her insides spasmed at his compliment and he smiled. “A man could get used to waking up feeling that slick little pussy rubbing all over him.” Another spasm. God he was close, too. He needed this to be good for her, though. She had to finish.
“Gonna eat that pussy, Slick.” She gasped and clamped down on him. “That pussy’s too beautiful not to eat. You’re gonna straddle my face one of these nights and let me get a good long look at that pretty pussy.” Spasm. “Bet it tastes like peaches and cream.” Spasm. “It does, doesn’t it? Slick’s got a peach pie that’s just for me. All that sweet cream running down my throat when she comes on my tongue-”
She clamped down on him like a vise and screamed. He thrust up into her and released into the condom separating them.
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A week had gone by, with sex every night. God, he felt like he was in high school again. He couldn’t wait for dinner to be over, got antsy at the tail end of Poker Night when the guys just didn’t seem to want to leave, and here it was Friday night again and he’d waited, patiently, for her to get off work. He’d sat at a table near the bar, half listening to Hawk and Tex argue over who would win in a fight, Snake Eyes or Chuck Norris. Chris just wanted to get Slick into bed ASAP. He had plans for the little barmaid. Oh yes. He was on a mission.
When 2 am rolled around he’d decided he didn’t care how tired she was. It wasn’t like she needed to do anything for his plan to work anyway. He stuck to the speed limit as best he could on the way home but moved quickly up the front steps and into the house.
“Go get cleaned up for me,” he requested. Slick smiled that way that she smiled that made his heart squeeze and headed toward the bathroom. “It’s peach pie night,” he called after her and bless her heart, even though her step faltered a bit, she called back sweetly, “Okay.” Her voice wavered slightly. Chris had already showered when he came home from work and retreated to the bedroom to strip down to his black boxer briefs.
He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her for what seemed like an hour but a quick check of his watch said it’d been less than twenty minutes. Finally, she emerged in just a t-shirt and stepped into the bedroom. Chris’ heart knocked in anticipation as she rounded the end of the bed and came to a stop in front of him.
Chris’s eyes darkened. “There’s my girl.” He stood up and put one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder. He turned her around and directed her to the bed. “Sit on the edge.” And she did. “Lie back.” And she did. “Put your feet on my shoulders.” And thank God she did because the view was incredible.
