Begging.
More.
His eyes find mine in utter bliss as he stands up tall and proud, swiping his mouth with his hand only to lap all of my juices up straight from his goddamn hand.
Fuck.
“You felt that, didn’t you?” I mutter, already getting red hot from the idea alone.
A filthy smirk spreads on his face as he grabs my legs and drags me down the table. “Fuck yes … And now I want to feel it around my cock.”
He rips down his zipper and pulls out his hard-on with ease. And from here, it looks even bigger than before as he slaps it down onto my pussy, slathering it with a mix of saliva and my wetness.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he says. “Look at me when I make you mine.”
He positions the tip at my entrance and plants a hand on my belly to keep me in place as he slowly pushes in. I feel every ridge of his length as it slides in, the feel of him inside me making my eyes almost roll to the back of my head.
I feel like a horny bastard who just wants to be fucked so badly it’s unreal, and that alone makes me want to slap myself.
A sudden slap to the thighs makes me gasp.
“Don’t look away,” he growls. “I see you going into your head. Don’t do it. Promise me.”
I nod a few times, and he slides in farther and farther, even when I thought he couldn’t go any farther. He’s so huge I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it, but my God, it feels good.
“Focus on how it feels,” he says, gripping my thighs until his fingers dig into my skin. “Focus on how badly you want my cock to take you.”
I moan with delight as he buries himself to the hilt inside me.
“Focus on how I can make you come just by thrusting into this wet.” THRUST. “Aching.” THRUST. “Pussy.” THRUST.
I hold on tight as he fucks me harder and harder until the table begins to quake along with us. It feels so good I can’t contain the moans, which makes me smack my hand against my mouth.
Suddenly, he grasps my wrist and forcefully pins it to the table beside my head.
“Don’t. Hide,” he growls, still deep inside me.
“Sorry, I—”
A quick twist to my nipple has me squealing with equal parts pleasure and delight.
“Don’t apologize,” he adds. “Show me those moans. Show me what kind of a bad girl you really are.”
When he thrusts inside again, he smashes his lips onto mine, claiming my mouth with the same tongue that was in my pussy just minutes ago.
He doesn’t stop fucking, doesn’t stop kissing, not even as I’m on the verge of coming again just from him touching that delicious spot deep inside. For a second, he stops moving, gazing at me with wonder, only to smash his lips onto mine again.
And I’m so lost in my own damn lust that I fall apart … again.
Just from that kiss.
My pussy contracts around his length, and he groans into my mouth with strained desire. “F-F-Fuck …”
He pulls out, and I’m left with unbearable wantonness.
“What are you doing?” I mutter, desperate for his kisses as he hovers just far enough from my face so I can’t actually get close enough to kiss. “Don’t stop … please.”
“You just came,” he murmurs, pressing a sultry kiss against my jaw. “Didn’t you?”