My legs go weak as he works me over, but I don’t want to come on his mouth, I want to come on his cock. With this in mind I manage to move his head and pulling on his shoulders, he gets the message.
Climbing back to his full height, I open his pants and shove them past his hips, but reaching to touch him he knocks my hand away. “I’m too worked up. One touch and I’m going to come.”
Reece touches me between my legs again, as though he’s unable to stop himself and then holds my hips. “Climb up me, babe.”
With my arms and legs wrapped around him, he lifts me up and then slides me down onto him. I clamp my lips together before I shout out. The feel of him stretching me, pulsing against my wet channel is almost too much to handle.
“Slide your straps down. I want to suckle you.” His hands shake as he holds me down on his cock without moving.
Baring my breasts, he lifts me higher and bending his head starts suckling and nibbling my nipples, which sends sparks of lust straight to my pussy.
I moan as he starts slamming in and out of me.
He stops. “Shush. You have to be quiet.”
Nodding my head, he starts moving again. In and out. Pressing against my G-spot with his silver every time. I’m so wet, so close. Just one more thrust…
“What’s in that room?”
Oh God, no…no…they can’t come in.
Reece thrusts once more inside me and I come apart biting his shoulder through his clothing. I clamp down, my pussy quivering around his cock as my orgasm goes on and on and starts again with powerful aftershocks when I feel Reece’s cum filling me up, his dick pulsing inside me.
We both stay clinging to the other, listening to make sure the woman whose voice we heard has moved on now that we are no longer lost in pleasure.
“Was that close enough for you?” Reece whispers into my ear causing a shiver to wrack my body, which in turn causes my pussy to clamp down on him. “Fuck,” he groans. “Stay still.”
“Mmm.”
He pumps his hips a few times before lifting me off him. Within seconds his pants are up and fastened while I’m still looking well fucked.
Realizing, I’m more or less naked, he pulls my top back up, rips my thong from my body and uses it to wipe between my legs the best he can, as it’s only a scrap of lace, and then he pulls my skirt down with shaking hands.
Straightening, he asks, “Are you alright?” He brushes the hair from my face in a tender caress.
“I’ve never been better… Thank you for loving me.”
“Always babe. Always… Now let’s go and see what my sisters up to with that ‘nice guy,’” he smirks.
He takes my hand and leads me out of the room.
The End