Sweet Satisfaction

She rocked forward. “You promise, Luke ?”

Her hips ground into my cock and it hardened into a thick rod. Holy fuck .

“I promise. I’ll never tell .”

I kissed her other cheek, my hand sliding over her ass and dipping between her legs, searching for her swollen clit .

She hissed as I eased one finger and then another inside her. She jerked up, sitting back on my fingers .

“Feel good?” I asked .

She closed her eyes. “Yes .”

“Fuck me like this a little. I want you to feel good. I always want to make you feel good .”

She clenched around me. Her walls tightening with measured strength, squeezing my fingers .

“Ohh,” she inched down, rubbing her heat over my cock .

She nodded as I pried and twisted her opening. God, I wanted in there. She glided down my body until my fingers were free and tilted her clit over my dick .

“Fuck, Alexa. Don’t do that .”

Her eyes fired. “Why not?” she asked wickedly .

“Because you know what I’ll do .”

She bounced forward in slow motion, dragging her nipples over my torso like twin peaks luring me to salvation or damnation—I couldn’t tell which .

My fingers dipped inside her again for a quick pump. I brought them to my lips, tasting the sweetness of her honey. I sucked on one and then the other .

Alexa wriggled until her belly grazed my shaft, reviving it with a new pulsing fever. She pushed up, licking her lips .

“You need to stop,” I warned. “The condoms are in the hallway with my bag. And that’s half a mile away in this house .”

“I don’t want them .”

“Then what do you want ?”

She continued to bewitch me with the sway of her hips. The enticement of her tits .

“You’re powerful, Luke. And strong.” Her nails scraped over my abs, causing my stomach to flinch. It felt as if she were a fucking siren leading me to the edge of a cliff .

“Where are you going with this?” I was so hard I thought I might come now. She was tempting me with every inch of her body .

“Fuck me, Luke .”

“I want to, but I want things to be more under control with your birth control.” She was killing me. She didn’t know I had jerked off every night this week to the picture of coming deep inside her. Filling her with my cum .

She reached between her legs and her fingers landed on her clit. Her hair swept off her shoulders as her head reeled back .

“Stop it,” I commanded .

“No,” she groaned. “Fuck me .”

She strummed, whimpering with each stroke. I lost it. My dick only wanted one thing—to sink into her velvet walls. I tilted the base of my cock, until the head jutted toward her entrance .

“Oh God,” she moaned, sliding backward, sucking me in .