“Fuck.”
“That was the idea.” She groped his ass and pulled him deeper.
“You have no idea.” He tried to hold himself still for a moment, long enough to gather his wits and a teensy bit of self-control. “Jesus, God, you’re hot. So tight,” he ground out as if he were in pain.
“And you’re hard, so hard,” she answered. “Now fuck me.”
He thrust into her, grinding against her each time his pelvis met hers. A laugh bubbled from her lips, and he faltered. His hips slowed and he tilted his head, studying her triumphant expression for a moment. He pulled out before she could stop him.
“What? Where are you going?” she asked, grappling for him.
“Now who’s cocky?”
“No! Happy! Just happy!”
Steve crawled out from between her legs and knelt beside her on the bed. Her gaze fell to his glistening erection and Steve quirked one eyebrow. “Now do you want a taste?”
“Yes.”
He reached for two pillows and motioned for her to raise her head so he could slide them under her. Sara fell back against them, her hungry gaze locked on his straining cock. His thighs trembled as he touched the tip to her lips.
She kissed him sweetly. Her gaze held his when her lips parted. She closed her eyes and moaned around him, taking him in. It took every ounce of his control to hold himself in check, feeding his cock to her inch by inch.
He pushed a little deeper into her plush mouth. “Good? Do we taste good together, Sara?”
She hummed her approval, swirling her tongue over the head of his cock as he withdrew, and sucking hungrily when he slid against her tongue once more. His hips jerked, and she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Steve’s fingers closed around her wrist, prying her hand away.
“Don’t, darlin’,” he rasped. “Just let me... I won’t hurt you.”
Sara pressed her hand to his thigh, squeezing it as he moved in and out of her mouth. Their eyes met briefly before Steve’s closed. He laced his fingers through hers, holding her hand against the rock-hard muscle of his thigh.
“Oh, I’m gonna do this,” he vowed in a whisper.
He reached back with his free hand, and she raised her hips insistently. He massaged her clit, rubbing the hardened nub between his thumb and forefinger. Steve pushed first one and then two fingers into her wet pussy, curling them so he stroked her in time with his surging cock.
“You don’t know what I want to do with you.” He panted. She moaned around his cock and sucked harder. “I’ll give you what you want, Sara.” His voice rumbled from his chest, low and dangerous. “I will. Oh God, I will.”
He rocked into her mouth, pushing a little deeper as his fevered gaze focused on her. Sara grasped his ass with her free hand, guiding him deeper into her mouth and sucking fervently.
“I wanna come in your mouth,” Steve rasped. She moaned and took him deeper still. “Yes? Please, Sara, please,” he chanted, pushing his fingers into her harder and deeper, the heel of his hand brushing against her clit. “Say yes, Sara.”
She released him with a gasp, and her hand slid from his ass to his shaft, stroking him hard and fast. “Yes.”
“Suck me,” he ordered. “Suck me like you wanted to last night. Take me deep.”
Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes as she pulled him deeper, but he paid them no mind. She caressed him with her tongue, letting him set the pace. The walls of her pussy throbbed. He thrust his fingers into her again and again, and she moaned around his stiff cock in warning.
“I feel you.” He panted. “Tight and hot. Come on, baby.”
His own climax rippled the length of his cock and pooled in its head, begging for release. Her eyes opened wide. Panic flashed in their bright blue depths, but he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to—and he didn’t want to.
Her orgasm gripped her, the muscles of her cunt clamping around his fingers, her cries stifled by his cock. His weren’t. A guttural shout
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