God, this woman could bring me to my knees, and I’d gladly worship her. I’d ask for more.
I gritted my teeth when she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my dick. I had to force myself not to thrust into her. Our gazes were locked, and then I started to push into her, loved how she parted her lips and gasped. A deep groan left me, and her breath hitched, her eyes widening.
Fuck, I was stretching her so good.
“You’re splitting me in two,” she moaned, and I could tell she said that because she felt good.
I gave one last thrust, burying myself deep in her, feeling her muscles tightening around my cock until it felt like she strangled my length. When I was fully inside her, I tightened my fingers around her hips, and in one move rolled onto my back and had her straddling me. She had her legs spread wide on either side of me, her hands on my chest, and the drowsy look of ecstasy on her face.
“Ride me, baby.”
She started moving, working herself on me, rising up and down, taking all my length, then lifting up so it almost slipped out of her. Then she’d slam her pussy back down on me. I moved my hands to her hips and dug them into her flesh, trying to let her set the pace. But fuck, it was hard. Her movements started off slow, but she soon picked up speed.
“That’s it.”
Her breath hitched when she rose up and then slid all the way down on me. Over and over, she did this, gradually going faster with each passing second. For a moment I lost my control and found myself thrusting up, pushing myself deep and hard inside her.
“Yes,” she cried out.
But I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t stop myself from flipping her over so she was now on her back. I needed to be the one in control. I speared my hands in her hair, tugging at the strands and tilting her head back, making her throat arch.
“Yes, Oliver. God, yes,” she moaned.
I moved down and ran my teeth up her neck, loving when I felt a shiver work through her. “Wrap those pretty thighs around my waist.” She did what I asked, and I felt myself slip inside her impossibly deeper. “Lift those hips, baby. Give it to me.”
She did what I said, grinding herself on me, against me. I was still inside her tight, wet heat, and it was fucking heaven. Even after all this time with Adele, it always felt like the first time every time. It was mind-blowing, exhilarating, and so fucking good.
Placing my hands on either side of her head now, I started moving inside her slow and steady, really feeling every inch of her. I felt sweat trickle down my hairline, my muscles tight, tensed. I was a greedy bastard when it came to Adele. I placed one hand on her belly, making her still, stopping myself, because I was so close to getting off as it was.
I let my gaze travel to her mouth and continued to follow the path down her body to her breasts, over her belly. I stopped at the top of her pussy, just taking in how fucking gorgeous she was. She had a thatch of dark, trimmed hair covering that pretty part of her, that wet, intimate part of her body I claimed. No one would ever know what she felt like but me.
Leaning back slightly, I used my thumbs to pull her pussy lips even wider apart, stared at her engorged little clit, and felt my heart jerk in my chest. My mouth watered at how fucking delicious she looked.
With my cock still lodged in Adele’s pussy, I couldn’t be still for much longer. I started fucking her good and thoroughly, making sure she only felt pleasure. I leaned forward, and our sweat-slicked stomachs slid together erotically. I pulled out and thrust back in harder with each passing second.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oliver, you’re stretching me so good.”
A groan left me at her words, and when her tight body clenched around me. I moved faster and harder in and out of her, unable to control myself. Her pussy tightened around me continuously, and I clenched my teeth. My balls drew up tight with my impending orgasm. I was going to come, and I was going to fill her up with it. I was going to make her so full of it that my seed would slip out of her pussy and coat her skin. I’d make her rub it in like fucking lotion, make her smell like me, marked by me.
She dug her nails into my skin, and I hissed out, loving the pain and pleasure that followed.
“That’s it, Adele baby.”
Lifting up just enough so my arms were locked straight and my chest no longer touched hers, I looked down at where our bodies were connected again. Fuck, it was hot, gorg
eous… turned me on so damn much.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Harder and faster, Oliver.” She arched her back, her breasts rising up from the motion, her nipples puckering even more, her skin flushed.
My gaze was trained on the sight of her tips elongating farther. I was going to give her what she asked for. I was going to give her everything. I sat back on my knees, wrapped my hands around her curvy waist, and dug my fingers into her pliant, soft flesh. And then I fucked her.
I was mindless in my need to pleasure her. The sexual, wet sounds of my cock moving in and out her cunt was an auditory orgasm all its own. I bottomed out every time I thrust back inside.
Over and over, I did this, my balls slapping against her peach-shaped ass.
She gasped. “I’m going to come again, Oliver.” The way she moaned had my pleasure mounting. Knowing I was the one giving this ecstasy to Adele felt good in more than just a sexual way.
The sensations were all-consuming pleasure and had my orgasm washing through me before I could stop it. Her pussy muscles milked my dick, tightening and relaxing so that I couldn’t hold off from coming.