Beauty in Lingerie (Lingerie 2)

“Beautiful.” He rose to his full height then wrapped his arms around my waist. His forehead pressed to mine as he explored my soft skin with his fingertips. He fingered the fabric as well as my skin underneath it. He played with the straps before he dragged two fingers down the valley of my breasts. Then he moved his hands up my stomach underneath the material, investigating every single way he could touch me.

He guided me to the couch that faced the full-length mirror. He undid his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs along with his boxers before he sat down. His long and hard cock lay against his stomach, ready for me. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and slowly jerked himself as he held my gaze.

Seeing him touch himself immediately turned me on.

A drop formed on the crown of his cock, and he smeared it away with his thumb. “Panties off. Leave the lingerie on.”

I peeled off my black thong and left it on the ground. I knew exactly what he wanted based on the way he was sitting. He wanted me to ride his cock just as I did before. He wanted to sit back and watch me enjoy him, watch me bob up and down on his length.

I straddled his hips and pointed his length at my entrance. I slowly slid down, sheathing his cock until I was sitting on his balls. His entire length was inside me, and I had to take a moment to get used to the immense stretching.

Conway gripped my ass and stared at my reflection in the mirror, seeing my back as I sat on his impressive dick. “This pussy…is incredible.” He took a deep breath as he gripped my cheeks even harder. “You’re always so wet for me.”

I was always wet anytime I was in the same room as him. It couldn’t be helped. My mind and body were at war with each other. My mind knew it was wrong, but my body couldn’t care less. My pussy wanted this big cock every day, wanted to feel the stretching it finally had gotten used to. I was addicted to how good it made me feel.

“Fuck me, Muse.” He dragged my hips upward then back down again, making me ride his cock.

I smeared my wetness all over his length. Up and down I moved, my clit rubbing against him at the same time. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I grinded, feeling the goodness between my legs immediately. Being on top was my favorite position because I could fuck him as hard or as slow as I wanted.

A moan emerged from deep in his throat.

I rode him harder, my face pressed to his as my thighs worked to take him over and over. I felt the burn between my legs as soon as the climax approached on the horizon. It was coming, starting in my stomach before it migrated downward. I rode him harder and harder, forgetting about how much I despised him and focusing on how amazing his dick felt. So thick and long, it hit me perfectly. I moved harder, stimulating my clit until my body couldn’t take it anymore. I came with a groan, my eyes locked on to his as another wave of arousal surrounded his dick.

He dug his fingertips into my ass, and that same focused look came over his face. His features tinted red, and he was about to explode. He leaned back and held on to my hips as I did all the work. He sat back and enjoyed it, his jaw tightening as the pleasure drowned him. “Fuck…” He yanked me down so he could come with his entire length inside me. He pressed his face into my neck as his arms wrapped around me. He breathed into me then pressed a kiss against my neck.

I never wanted to be the recipient of his kiss again. Anytime I thought of his mouth, I thought of the lipstick the women left all over the collar of his shirt. I thought of the kisses they left on his earlobe and chest.

I wanted nothing to do with that.

Before he was fully soft, I got off him. I removed the lingerie and set it on the table. He would call Nicole, and she would pick it up so the right amount of fabric could be ordered for production. My clothes were on the table where I left them, so I quickly put them back on. I could just head down to the stables and get to work, but now I wanted to wash the area between my legs and get rid of his come.

Conway remained on the couch, beautifully naked with a sleepy expression in his eyes. “No showering.”

I tied my shirt together at my waist. “Excuse me?”