I move my hands to her tits, cupping them in both hands as I squeeze both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, lightly at first to gauge her reaction. When she moans, I roll them between my fingers more firmly, and she moans louder. When I pinch them hard, she throws her head back and moans out a curse. I let one nipple go as I lean down, taking the peak into my mouth as I continue pinching the other. Her hands work almost frantically on my cock at this point, and if she continues at that pace, I’m going to come like some teenage boy in her hand.
I move her hand off me and continue palming both breasts with my hands, squeezing, kneading, massaging. “Cover me,” I demand of her, motioning to the condoms lying next to her on the bed. “Cover me now.”
She puts the corner of the wrapper in her mouth, tearing the top off and pulling the condom out of the package. “I haven’t done this in a really, really long time,” she confesses as she rolls it all the way down my cock, squeezing the tip to get the air out. “Just like riding a bike,” She chuckles while she starts to stroke me again.
“How much do you love your panties?” I ask her, fully prepared to replace them, several times over if she wants me to.
“Not as much as I love the thought that you’re going to rip them off me,” she groans, nipping at my jaw as my hand grips one side of her panties, ripping them clean off her.
“On your back, middle of the bed, legs spread wide for me.” I don’t have to ask her twice, because she turns right around and crawls to the middle of the bed, showing me her perfect, heart-shaped ass as she goes. She looks over her shoulder at me as she eggs me on. “This is a position I look forward to—later .” Then she moves to her back and lies down with her head on a pillow.
She cocks her knees, placing her shoes flat on the bed as she slowly spreads her legs, wide enough that they fall to the side. She’s quite the sight, there in the middle of the bed, open and ready and wet for me, just for me.
I put my knee on the bed and move to her, my cock harder than it’s ever been, knowing without a doubt that it’s about to sink into pure heaven.
I pull her knees up, pushing them back and causing her pussy to tilt. Holding her legs in place, I tell her, “Guide me in, Lauren.” She takes my condom-covered cock in her hand and rubs me through her slick slit to the opening of her pussy. Slowly, she pushes the head in and removes her hand for me to take over. I watch as I sink all the way into her.
Her pussy grips my cock so tight, it’s being strangled in the best possible way. I hiss out a breath at the pleasure at the same time she moans, “So good.” Tightening my hold on her knees, I pull out and then slam back in with a little snap of my hips. Her pussy is getting impossibly tighter with each stroke. “Oh, god,” she moans as one of her hands land on her nipple, while the other slowly trails down her body to her clit. She runs her fingers through her slit and around me as I tunnel in and out of her, getting them wet then bringing them back to her clit to circle. I plant myself all the way in her, balls deep, afraid to move for fear that I’m going to come before her. I just need a second to gain some control, but she’s got other ideas. “Move, Austin, please!” she begs as she squirms beneath me, tilting her hips and taking my cock deeper into her heat.
I start to move in earnest, pulling out and then slamming back into her so hard the headboard bounces off the wall a few times. “Yes, yes, yes!” she chants, the finger on her clit rubbing faster and faster as her pussy pulses and tightens around me.
I don’t stop. I just keep pounding into her, the sounds of our heavy breathing and skin slapping together filling the air.
The harder I pound, the tighter she becomes. “I’m going to come,” she breathes. Her hand is now rubbing back and forth, almost violently, over her engorged clit. “Harder,” she begs, pulling her legs back further as she tilts her hips up to meet my thrusts as she moans out her orgasm. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, pulsing and rippling around it as I move. The hand between her legs never stops, and the sensation of her climax coupled with watching her let go is the last straw for me. I continue to pound into her, bottoming out with each stroke, as lightning shoots down my spine into my balls, and I follow her over the edge. I come harder than I ever have in my life, so hard that I vaguely wonder if it might break the condom. Her orgasm hasn’t stopped yet, either, and her pussy is milking me, squeezing every single drop out of me.