Coup De Grace

Yet, I forgot to care when he tugged the cup of the bra covering one breast down with his teeth, then followed that by sucking the tip of my nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

“Oh, Jesus,” I breathed, hips moving jerkily as tiny sparks centering in the tip of my nipple coursed through my body.

My stomach clenched and I moved both hands from his shoulders down.

One hand went to my panties as the other grasped the hard length of his cock.

Pulling my panties to the side, I lined the head of his cock up with my entrance and waited.

Michael didn’t disappoint.

As he switched breasts, pulling down the other cup with his teeth and nipping the tip of my nipple with his, he surged inside of me.

My * convulsed as it tried to adjust to his size, but he didn’t give me time.

Once fully seated inside, he pulled slowly back out before sinking back inside of me roughly.

I bit my lip and moved my hands up to the side of his head, watching as he let the tip of his tongue circle the diameter of my nipple.

He started thrusting in and out of me, filling me to the point of pain, before he retreated once again.

Hangers snapped and shirts fell all around us as his hips powered into me, his cock kissing the entrance to my womb with each thrust.

“Please,” I said, needing more.

I opened my eyes when he stopped, and my eyes widened when he pulled out completely and dropped us down to our knees.

I turned around as he urged my hips to the side, presenting him with my ass.

My hands were resting on my pile of shoes as I looked over my shoulder and watched him pull my panties down over my hips.

My * clenched with need at the look on his face as he devoured the sight of my core.

I could guess what he saw.

My * lips red and puffy. My entrance leaking with need as it begged him to fill me once again. My panties down around my knees where he’d hastily yanked them. My ass round and full.

I wiggled my hips and pressed back slightly as he continued to look for too long.

“Michael,” I whispered. “Please.”

My * clenched when he looked up, my eyes catching his.

They were on fire.

The blues nearly completely black as his pupils dilated.

He moved forward on his knees until his cock met my entrance, and unhurriedly he sank inside.

I moaned and dropped to my elbows as he pushed his hips forward until every last bit of him was buried in my channel.

This position allowed him to sink deeper inside of me, and I swear I could feel him in my belly each time he filled me.

His thumb brushed over the pucker of my asshole, and I practically came with just the single taboo touch.

I clenched down so hard on him that he let out a strangled groan, and finally lost the control he’d been trying desperately to hold on to.

I screamed when he pulled out and thrust into me so hard that my knees left the carpeted floor.

Not in pain, though.

In pleasure.

“Yes!” I keened, pushing back with my own hips to meet his powerful thrusts.

He growled at the way my * clenched down on his cock and gave me a small smack on the ass when I tried to reach between my legs to help my orgasm along.

“No,” he said sharply. “That’s mine.”

I didn’t bother to argue with what was his.

I remembered how he liked it.

It’d been a very long time since I’d last had his cock, but I knew he only wanted my pleasure to come from him.

He wanted to be responsible for bringing me to orgasm.

He wanted to make me come so hard that I screamed so loud I aroused the neighbors.

My hand dropped and I let the side of my face rest along the length of one of my house slippers as he pounded inside of me.

My orgasm was just around the corner, and he could feel it.

“Come,” he ordered.

I laughed. “You can’t just tell me to come. You have to make me.”

So he did.

By inserting his thumb into my ass.

I shot off like a freakin’ bottle rocket, surging so high and far into oblivion that I couldn’t see my way home again.

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