bucked to meet him, tried moving in rhythm with his
strokes.
“It’s okay, baby. Let me give it to you, Lucie. I want you.
I want you so…damn…much.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, let him slam into
her, fuck her with the demented hunger he’d built up all week. Her pussy was
sweet perfection, a tight ring tugging at his cock each time he pulled back,
sucking his dick each time he thrust back in to fill her up.
She writhed, moaned. Desperate. Reaching.
“I know,” he whispered hoarsely.
Craving more contact, more skin, the feel of her, he slid
against her body. He smashed his mouth to hers and kissed her, brief, fierce.
“I know.” He gripped the back of her neck and cradled her
head, the touch tender when the rest of him rocked her hard, his whole being
quivering with the need to come.
“That’s it, that’s it…keep going…just like that.” Her words
and breaths were erratic gasps, his no more than a shuddered, “Oh god” as the
first warning pulses of release had his cock swelling and throbbing as
violently as her pussy was.
She arched her hips, her body open for his taking, her pussy
convulsing around him.
“That’s it, honey, yeah,” he growled.
He fucked her hard through her orgasm, dragging sensation
from her thrashing body with each violent thrust of his hips to hers. He drank
in each breathless sound she made as she spasmed under him, shaking head to
toe. He pumped deep, almost brutal in his need, moaning into her cries until
the ripples in her channel became too much.
Enough.
Pleasure, white-hot and agonizing swept through MacCale as
he let go. A strangled cry tore from his lips as he shuddered against her,
coming hard, blasting into the condom, wishing he were spilling into her pussy
instead.
“Oh god, Lucie. Oh god, baby.”
He pressed his face into her neck, his cock still buried
deep inside her body as he gave a low, satisfied growl. “So good, honey. So
fucking good I can’t believe this.”
He pressed his mouth on hers, panted into her, the heat of
her breaths on his lips as he tried to kiss her, neither one managing anything
other than tiny pecks. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to leave her body
or her side. Forcing himself into action he pushed himself up and slid out of
her gently. Swiftly he removed the pillow from underneath her hips and released
her hands. MacCale removed the blindfold. She blinked at the light coming from
the bedside lamp.
“Everything okay?” he asked. Taking hold of her wrists, he
massaged them gently.
“Never better.” Lucie smiled at him reassuringly.
He kissed both her palms, laid down her hand, stretched
beside her and pulled her to him. He needed to get rid of the condom but he
couldn’t seem to let go of Lucie.
“Do I want to know what’s for dessert?” she asked.
“Clean up, cuddle, nap, and if you’re up to it, encore. In
that order.” He kissed her forehead. He could have spent the rest of the night
kissing her all over. “But first a warning.”
She scoffed, trying to pull back. He drew her right back
against him.
“ Now a warning? And you tied me up for what exactly?”
MacCale chuckled against her hair. “Oh, I hope it was as
good for you as it was for me, but I meant what I said earlier. No games,
Lucie. Just you and me. Try playing me again and you’ll end up on your knees.”
She wriggled in his arms and MacCale let her lean back to
look up at him. “You love it with a touch of kinky. Admit it, MacCale,” she
said, her blue eyes sparkling.
MacCale wondered how many men floated adrift after getting
lost in those eyes. He for one never wanted to find a way out.
Trying to sound all serious while wanting to kiss her silly
once more, MacCale went for a stern look.
“Once again, that’s not what I meant, Lucie. Try to pull a
fast one on me and I’ll be forced to take you from behind for the rest of the
night, and I’d so much rather see those eyes go wide with pleasure as I push
into
strokes.
“It’s okay, baby. Let me give it to you, Lucie. I want you.
I want you so…damn…much.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, let him slam into
her, fuck her with the demented hunger he’d built up all week. Her pussy was
sweet perfection, a tight ring tugging at his cock each time he pulled back,
sucking his dick each time he thrust back in to fill her up.
She writhed, moaned. Desperate. Reaching.
“I know,” he whispered hoarsely.
Craving more contact, more skin, the feel of her, he slid
against her body. He smashed his mouth to hers and kissed her, brief, fierce.
“I know.” He gripped the back of her neck and cradled her
head, the touch tender when the rest of him rocked her hard, his whole being
quivering with the need to come.
“That’s it, that’s it…keep going…just like that.” Her words
and breaths were erratic gasps, his no more than a shuddered, “Oh god” as the
first warning pulses of release had his cock swelling and throbbing as
violently as her pussy was.
She arched her hips, her body open for his taking, her pussy
convulsing around him.
“That’s it, honey, yeah,” he growled.
He fucked her hard through her orgasm, dragging sensation
from her thrashing body with each violent thrust of his hips to hers. He drank
in each breathless sound she made as she spasmed under him, shaking head to
toe. He pumped deep, almost brutal in his need, moaning into her cries until
the ripples in her channel became too much.
Enough.
Pleasure, white-hot and agonizing swept through MacCale as
he let go. A strangled cry tore from his lips as he shuddered against her,
coming hard, blasting into the condom, wishing he were spilling into her pussy
instead.
“Oh god, Lucie. Oh god, baby.”
He pressed his face into her neck, his cock still buried
deep inside her body as he gave a low, satisfied growl. “So good, honey. So
fucking good I can’t believe this.”
He pressed his mouth on hers, panted into her, the heat of
her breaths on his lips as he tried to kiss her, neither one managing anything
other than tiny pecks. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to leave her body
or her side. Forcing himself into action he pushed himself up and slid out of
her gently. Swiftly he removed the pillow from underneath her hips and released
her hands. MacCale removed the blindfold. She blinked at the light coming from
the bedside lamp.
“Everything okay?” he asked. Taking hold of her wrists, he
massaged them gently.
“Never better.” Lucie smiled at him reassuringly.
He kissed both her palms, laid down her hand, stretched
beside her and pulled her to him. He needed to get rid of the condom but he
couldn’t seem to let go of Lucie.
“Do I want to know what’s for dessert?” she asked.
“Clean up, cuddle, nap, and if you’re up to it, encore. In
that order.” He kissed her forehead. He could have spent the rest of the night
kissing her all over. “But first a warning.”
She scoffed, trying to pull back. He drew her right back
against him.
“ Now a warning? And you tied me up for what exactly?”
MacCale chuckled against her hair. “Oh, I hope it was as
good for you as it was for me, but I meant what I said earlier. No games,
Lucie. Just you and me. Try playing me again and you’ll end up on your knees.”
She wriggled in his arms and MacCale let her lean back to
look up at him. “You love it with a touch of kinky. Admit it, MacCale,” she
said, her blue eyes sparkling.
MacCale wondered how many men floated adrift after getting
lost in those eyes. He for one never wanted to find a way out.
Trying to sound all serious while wanting to kiss her silly
once more, MacCale went for a stern look.
“Once again, that’s not what I meant, Lucie. Try to pull a
fast one on me and I’ll be forced to take you from behind for the rest of the
night, and I’d so much rather see those eyes go wide with pleasure as I push
into
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