He throws his head back and laughs, drawing more attention from the surrounding tables. “Got it, Fido. Would you like to piss all over her now too?”
“Calm down, you beast.” Melissa laughs.
“Calm down? Melissa, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think he’s ever going to calm down when it comes to you.” I look over at Izzy, smiling my thanks for her rational thinking.
“I know. Isn’t it adorable?”
My head shoots back to Melissa. Adorable? Puppies are adorable. Babies are adorable… I am not adorable.
Bringing my lips to her ear, I lick and pull her lobe in my mouth before whispering softly and reminding her just how much my adorable tugboat can’t wait to get her home, naked, and screaming in pleasure.
Fucking adorable.
Chapter 3 – Greg
“Deeper… Harder, please.”
I pull back slowly, feeling her walls clamp down on my dick before pushing forward again. Not as hard as she wants, but deep enough that I can feel her womb kiss the tip of my dick.
Looking down at my dick as it slowly pushes in and out of Melissa’s soaked pussy has my balls drawing in tight, begging for release.
“Please, Greg, I need it deeper.” I ignore her begging, continuing my slow and torturous ministrations. God, I love the feeling of her walls hugging my dick. Feeling her body take mine is the most incredible sensation in the world. Having her slick walls clamp down when she’s as close as she is right now, the wetness from her arousal coating both of us… Yeah, it doesn’t get any better than this.
With one more push, I bury myself to the root, rolling my hips and groaning when I feel a surge of wetness. She’s close. I could end this right now. I’m that close to finding my own release, but I want to make her scream again before I take mine.
I move my hands, which were tightly holding her hips, and run them up her spine. The feeling of her silky smooth skin under my fingertips has me rocking my hips, grinding against her body. I’ll never get enough of this woman. My hands finish their journey when I reach her shoulders, curling my fingers, letting her know that I want her to come up off her elbows.
We don’t need words anymore. Our bodies know each other so well that all it takes is a few touches, and the rest follows. She comes up on her knees, bringing her arm over her head and grabbing the back of my neck to bring my mouth to hers. Our kiss is nothing short of brutally crazed. Our tongues and teeth nip and lick in a fierce battle of control. Our tongues duel in a dance that sends tingles straight down my spine and wraps a claw-like vise around my balls.
I bring one arm around her chest, palming one perfectly full breast and tweaking her tight nipple with my thumb. My other arm snakes around her middle, caressing her belly lovingly before trailing down her tight skin until I hit her slick heat and her wetness leaks around my fingertips. Giving her a few quick thrusts, I feel myself glide into her welcoming body effortlessly, causing a growl to rumble from deep within my throat.
“Nothing feels better than your pussy soaking my dick.”
She moans against my lips, whimpering when I pull out again. “Please, baby, take me harder.”
“No.” I know what she wants, and I also know that it’s killing her not to try and take control. I put the brakes on our rough lovemaking almost two months ago. I don’t care what the doctors say. There is no damn way I’m going to chance taking her too roughly and hurting my girls. No. Won’t happen. It’s been the only sore spot between us the last few weeks. Melissa wants it hard, and I won’t… I can’t give that to her.
“Greg…” She tries to push back, but my arms hold her firm.
“Hush, Beauty, and let me love you.”
I continue to love her, pushing in with an achingly slow pace before pulling out almost to the point of falling free from her body before repeating the process. I know that she’s enjoying it. I can feel the proof running down my shaft. Her moans don’t lie. She might crave a rough roll in the sheets, but as long as I can make her scream, I’m still doing it right.
“Greg…killing me… Need you…hard.” She gasps between thrusts, her cunt gripping me tight with each begged word that crosses her lips, testing my patience like none other.
“No.”
The rumble of her protest vibrating against my chest is the only warning I get before she stuns me to my ass. Literally.