Faster.

My teeth added more pain to her nipple.

“Ford! Ahhh!”

She was lost.

But I had her.

And while her pussy hugged my cock, shudders tearing through her, I stroked through her wetness.

Her stare turned feral.

Animalistic.

“Yesss,” she cried, pulling me closer. “You are”—she panted, searching for her breath—“incredible.”

Now that she had stilled, I held her face, taking in her lips. “No.” I slid my tongue through the opening, sampling, wanting to know if the orgasm changed the way she tasted. “You’re fucking incredible.”

I lifted her off the back of the couch and carried her to the table, moving the place mat to set her directly on top of the wood.

“I want you to think of this moment every time you sit down for breakfast,” I said and plunged inside her. “I want you to think of my fucking cock when you’re drinking coffee here.”

I didn’t know how it was possible, but she was even wetter, her pussy sucking me in like I’d never left.

“Oh!” she shouted. “Yes!”

I captured her clit between two of my fingers, rubbing both sides like a coin. “Remember how loudly you just screamed?” I gave her a quick pump, doing it again before I started to slow. “This time, I want you even louder.”

Her knees bent, her feet rounding over the table, giving me all the access I needed while her arms reached behind her, holding her weight.

Her tits bounced with each thrust, her legs trying to cave in. She was lost again, unaware of her movements, unable to stop what was happening inside her body.

But I was in control.

And this was my pussy.

And I wasn’t going to halt until we both came.

But, fuck me, she was getting tighter, making it harder for me to hold off.

“Jesus, your fucking pussy.”

I took her nipple into my mouth, the little bud already red from what I had done to it earlier, and I licked the end, sucking it. Flicking. And with my fingers still on her clit, I squeezed, rubbing the top back and forth.

“Ford!”

She lifted her ass off the table, meeting me, pausing in the center, where I circled my hips. Each rotation caused a different sensation. One that made it hard for me to fucking breathe. One that made it almost impossible for my balls not to explode.

“Sydney,” I moaned back. “Damn it.” I held her hip, increasing my speed. “I need you to come with me.”

“I’m already there.”

I didn’t hold back.

I didn’t go gently.

I added pressure, friction, driving into her cunt, each draw causing her roars to get louder.

As my balls started to constrict, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, connecting our chests.

Our mouths.

Keeping me tightly inside her.

And after only a few dives, the eruption began.

Together.

“Sydney,” I demanded, my tone an order as my release started to tear through me. “Fucking Sydney.”

She was moaning even louder, giving me exactly what I wanted.

And just as her voice cut off, the shudders ripped through her stomach. Her pussy clenched, her wetness like a fucking hose as it coated me.

“Goddamn it.”

I let go.

The moment I did, a burst moved through my balls and across my stomach, the intensity so overwhelming that my fingers bit her.

“Fuck,” I growled.

“Ford!”

The first load shot into the condom.

“Oh my God!” she belted out, holding me even tighter.

I pulled back and drove in. “You’re fucking milking me.”

She was taking every drop, suctioning it from me, working the peak of my orgasm through my body.

“Yesss!”

I sucked her lip into my mouth, waiting for the intensity to slow from within us, easing the power behind my strokes until I was still. My thumb left her clit, and I surrounded her face, keeping her steady as I studied her eyes.

“Your pussy …” I shook my head. “Fuck, Sydney.” I pressed our foreheads together, our breaths mixing. “What I wouldn’t give to taste you again in the morning.”

“Mmm.” She smiled. “Sounds like you’re promising a second date.”

I kissed her.

I needed it.

The heat from her lips, the feel of them.

“I can do that.”

“I’m already looking forward to seeing you again.” She pecked my mouth, loosening her grip around my neck. “I know you have to go, but I have something for you to take home.”

“A present?” I ground my lip with my teeth. “You mean, you have more for me?”

She nodded. “I made homemade brownies.”

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