“We can stay until I have to go on another run. And you can come back anytime you want.” She likes my answer.
“Thank you, Dirk.” My name rolls off her tongue and instantly hardens me. “Kiss me,” she demands, in a whisper.
I kiss her slow, working her mouth with my tongue. I grab her hips, pulling her closer to me until my cock is centered between her legs. She breaks the kiss, unlocking her legs and sliding down my body until she is on her knees in front of me. “I want to taste you.” Motherfuck me. My cock is in Saylor’s hands. My fingers are in her hair and when she takes me all the way in her mouth, my knees go weak.
I gently guide her head, looking down at her while she looks up at me. Her eyes are wide and watery, her moans are loud and desperate and her mouth is filled with cock. My cock. The sight of her is as big of a turn-on as the feeling of being inside her. I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her head back until she reluctantly releases me.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her, fighting the urge to come by just seeing her like this. The hunger in her eyes almost makes me want to let her continue, but she deserves more. “I want to fuck you.” She whimpers at my words.
“Please,” she begs and I feel my cock twitch. I lift her from the floor and wrap her legs around my waist, carrying her into the living room. I eye the couch, then change my mind and take her to the deflated mattress on the floor.
I look down at her while I take off my jeans and watch as she pulls her shirt over her head and lays back. Wearing nothing but a pair of satin panties that are soaking wet. For me.
I’m naked, on my knees and inside her before I can stop myself. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to tease her. I wanted to take my time. But what she wants always overrules what I want. I fuck her hard because I know it’s what she wants. She is screaming for more and I’m giving her all I’ve got. I push her legs up until her ankles are at her ears and watch as her eyes roll back in her head when I hit deeper than I ever have.
“Too much,” she manages and I can’t help my smirk. I let her legs down and fall between them, taking her mouth with mine and giving her slow, measured strokes that fall short of that sweet spot she loves, and don’t reach too deep.
“Not enough,” she says into my mouth. I ignore her, fucking her just enough to keep her wanting more. She is trying to pull me deeper. She is begging me to give it to her harder, but the torture will be worth it when I do finally let her come.
“You want on top?” I ask her, knowing what she is going to say.
“Yes!” Her answer is a half sob, half scream, and I know when I flip us she is going to fuck me half to death. I roll to my side, pulling her on top of me. When she sits up, her eyes close when I sink all the way inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, and then she starts to move. Ten seconds in and I’m fighting to keep from losing it. Just when I think I can’t hold out, she stops. Her eyes are closed but there is a hint of a smile on her face. I jerk every time her * squeezes me, and I want to scream at her because she knows good and fucking well what she’s doing.
“Saylor,” I say in frustration. I’ve never had a woman control me like this and I’m not going to start now.
“Is it too much?” she asks, her eyes still closed, but her face breaks out into a smile.
“You know I can force you,” I warn her, feeling my hands twitch to grab her waist and move her myself.
“But you won’t.” And she’s right. “I think we should stop now and then later we will want it more.” No fucking way.
“Move, baby, or I’ll move you.” Orgasm denial is a powerful thing. And I’m not fucking into it. At least not when it’s me that’s being denied. Her eyes open to that sexy half-mast that has my cock jumping inside her.
“You don’t play fair,” she says, but it’s breathy and I know she wants me to fuck her as bad as I want to. I grab her ass and lift her, and she doesn’t fight it. I raise my hips to meet her and watch as she plays with her tits—alternating pinching her nipples and palming them with her hands. Her body stiffens and she’s coming around me.
My arms are burning in protest, but I keep lifting her up and down on top of me until I reach that feeling of euphoria that has me exploding inside her sweet *. When I stop, she falls on my chest, exhausted, and I’m not sure from what. I did all the fucking work—not that I minded.
I like that Saylor’s orgasms are so powerful that they leave her drained. It must mean I’m doing something right. “It’s hot,” she says, breathing heavy. I roll her off me, give her a quick kiss on the cheek, then head to the shower to cool off myself before finding some way to cool the house.
“Where you going?” she calls after me.
“Cold shower,” I say over my shoulder, and she is running toward me before I’m in the bathroom.
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