I slid two fingers inside her slick heat, watching her come apart, and it was so beautiful. I couldn’t look away and the truth was I didn’t want to. She was a fucking dream.
There was nothing false about her reaction. How slick her cunt was, that was real. No lube to keep her wet. I slid my fingers across her pussy, driving her arousal even higher. She moaned my name, and touching her wasn’t enough.
Replacing my fingers with my mouth, I licked across her slit, circling her nub. She tasted just as good as I remembered, if not even better. I sucked her clit into my mouth, hearing her pleasured cries fill the air as I teased her. So incredibly tasty.
Gliding down to her entrance, I fucked her as if it was my cock, hearing her gasps and moans, begging for more and telling me to not stop. I loved to hear those words.
She thrust up against me, riding my face, trying to take her pleasure with each thrust and moan.
So beautiful.
Fucking stunning.
I craved more.
Aurora made me ache, and I wasn’t used to this feeling. Not only did she make me ache, but I needed her. This wasn’t an easy emotion for me to accept. For months, I’d tried to ignore her. Seeing Sergei kiss her then Cara play with her, I’d been pushed to my limit.
The only person I wanted for her was myself.
“Please,” she said.
“Come for me.”
She cried out, her orgasm instant as I stroked over her clit. I pushed two fingers inside her, driving in and out of her cunt. Then I turned my fingers to stroke over her G-spot, and she rewarded me. Her release flooded my fingers, soaking them.
I watched her, unable to look away. Her entire body shook with the force of her release. Such a heady sight. One I knew I wasn’t going to want to stop.
I withdrew my fingers as the last aftershocks of her release ebbed away. Sitting back, I stared at her as I licked my fingers one by one, sucking them into my mouth. She tasted so fucking good.
I loosened the cord of my pants and eased out my cock for her to see. “Do you think this is lying to you?”
She licked her lips. “What do you want me to do?”
“To put your pretty pussy right over it.”
“You’re hurt.”
“The only pain I feel is in my balls. I need them empty, and I want my cum inside of you.”
Her cheeks were a beautiful pink.
She slid off the table and I sat back. The chair didn’t have any sides, so as she stood with her legs spread, there was nothing to stop her. She placed her hands on my shoulders. I held my cock, and she lowered down. I gripped her ass with my free hand, guiding her to my dick.
Aurora sank down, gasping as I filled her. She was so wet, but I was big. I held on to her hips when she’d taken enough of me inside her so I wouldn’t escape. I pulled her right down onto my dick, keeping her in place, not letting her move an inch.
“This is what I’ve been wanting,” I said. “This is what I need.”
I lifted her up and pulled her back down. Together, we fucked, and she took my cock so perfectly. We fit. There was no other word for it. The rest of the world could overlook this woman, but what Aurora didn’t seem to get was that I saw her. I noticed her, and I liked what I saw.
Over and over, she rocked on my length, and I relished her tight cunt taking me in deep. I wasn’t going to last.
The months without being inside her had caught up with me, and with a final tug, I slammed her down on my length. My cum flooded her pussy, making her mine once again.
Chapter Twelve
Aurora
“Do you enjoy going to those events?” I asked.
The dress Slavik picked out was a little tight. My breasts were thrust up, almost as an offering, and the slit at the side was a little too indecent.
I wasn’t used to dressing like this, and for a banquet, it seemed out of place.
Slavik looked up from his cell phone. He’d offered to take me shopping. I’d sent back the clothes I purchased on my last and only rebellion. In the cold light of day, I didn’t like a single item I picked, which sucked.
He looked at me, and I held my hands out and gave a turn.
I hated shopping for clothes. It was pointless. Having a body on the frumpy side compared to the slender women that surrounded me, I always felt like I didn’t belong. My mom and my sister would always tell me my flaws. My chest was too big or too small. My fat arms were on display. They were an ordeal.