Tough Cookies (New Year New Me 1) - Page 32

“You took such good care of me today.” Bending over, she trails her fingernails up my thighs. Goosebumps cover my skin. “I want to make you feel good, too.” She palms my cock, and I groan, straining against my gray lounge pants.

Sinking onto her knees, she spreads my legs and nuzzles me through my pants. My hips jerk as I chase the heat from her lips. “I can’t tease you tonight. Not after everything.” Her hand slips into the top of my pants and grips my cock, freeing me. I slap against my stomach, and she laps at my length, teasing the sensitive underside of my head. “So hard for me.” Circling my mushroom-shaped head, she swallows me down.

I grunt, burying my hand in her hair as she takes me to the back of her throat. “Your lips so pretty wrapped around my cock.” I thrust up, watching her face as her eyes glaze over, and she hums, bobbing her head as she pushes me to the brink, swallowing to tighten her throat around me. I pull her up to my mouth, and our tongues duel as we battle for dominance.

“I have a surprise,” she whispers huskily.

“What’s that?”

Standing, she lifts her gown up over her hips, revealing her neatly trimmed, slick pussy.

“No panties.” She turns, and I nip her plush ass as she straddles my lap. Gripping my cock, she eases down, keeping her feet flat on the seat. I groan as I fill her tight sheath to the hilt. My balls rest against her flesh, and she flexes her pussy. “I want you to fuck me, Anders.”

I tug her nipple, and she arches her back, crying out.

“You sure you want that?” I wrap my hand around her throat, and she swivels her hips.

“Yes.”

Gripping her hips, I lift her up and slam her back down, thrusting up into her flooded sheath.

“Harder.”

Moving us to the edge, I lean her forward slightly and give her what she wants, pounding into her as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her breathing increases. I tighten my grip. Her pussy flutters around me. I increase my speed. The sound of our bodies slapping together is a symphony I’ll never tire of. Her body tenses, and she locks down on me. I release her throat. She explodes around me, quivering while I find my release, painting her insides. She goes limp and pliable. Kissing her neck as she comes down, I inhale her scent, knowing this woman is mine for the rest of our lives.

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