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“Fuck, this is stupid.” Her nails bit into his shoulders when he would have pulled back. “I wasn’t lying. It’s just, they caged me in when they tried to, you know, and I—”
He rolled them over, startling a gasp out of her. He was on his back, and she was sprawled on top of him. “I didn’t think you were lying. Better?”
Her hands pressed to his chest as she pushed herself up, one hand covering the flower tattoo there. She took a deeper breath, slowly letting it out. “Yeah, better.”
“Kiss me again then,” he encouraged, his cock happily pressed between their stomachs as she leaned in to follow the suggestion.
She liked to grab hold of his head and hold him still while she kissed him, and he couldn’t say he minded. Not when her mouth was so ferocious and giving at the same time. The feel of her on top of him made his head spin. He slid his hands between their bodies instead of trying to wrap them around her again.
Her breasts were fucking fantastic. He stroked her nipples, and she propped herself up to offer him more room, pressing more firmly against him below. He throttled back the urges his cock was begging to have relieved and focused on the way her full breasts dangled before him. On his next pass, he pinched her nipples between his fingers.
“Fuck, I like that,” she said with a little groan.
“Tell me to do it again then,” he said, even as he did.
“Tug harder,” she begged, and so he tested pressures until he found the one that caused her hips to rock against his already straining cock.
Sooner than he thought, she was dragging his hands away and pressing them hard against the bed.
“Fuck, Vespa,” he groaned. She had no way of knowing being held down was one of his kinks. He was unable to control the sudden thrust of his hips. They both froze as his bare cock slid along the lips of her slick pussy.
Vespa shifted so that it happened again, rubbing her wetness along the underside of his dick.
If he wasn’t careful, he was going to fuck her bareback, and she’d already admitted to no birth control. “We should—” His words cut off as she tried to smother him with her breasts.
“Suck on them,” she ordered, her lower body shifting again as his mouth closed around her nipple in immediate obedience. He sucked hard, her whimper making his head spin as much as her slick entrance that was rubbing all over him. Her breasts were sensitive as hell. He continued to use his mouth on them to drive her crazy.
Her hands pressed down on his harder as she rocked her hips. Her shifting slid the tip of his cock into place.
His head fell back as he told himself not to thrust. She sat up, taking the first inch of his cock inside of her. Instinct made her lift and repeat the gesture, and the feel of her barely riding him ratcheted up his need.
Staring at Vespa’s face was everything. She wasn’t thinking about him at all, but he didn’t mind her selfishness. Not with her mouth parted and her eyes slitted and her breasts swaying.
He needed to tell her to stop so he could sheath up, but the words locked in his throat as his bare cock slid in deeper. He told himself he’d hold off and eventually pull out, knowing it was crazy but wanting to feel her around him.
Nipple play wasn’t enough preparation, and her shallow thrusts were going to work his head over in exquisite torture before she managed to take him fully inside. He breathed out as she lifted and lowered again, wanting the experience to last forever but too fucking close already.
A little clit action would probably get her there with him. He could have pulled his hands free, but he loved the way she held him down. “Use your knees to pin my hands. Then you can rub your clit and make yourself slicker.”
She blinked down at him before biting her lip. “So you’re okay not touching me?”
“I’m hard and aching to be fully inside you. I’m more than okay, Vespa, but it’s easier if you keep my hands pinned so they don’t try to wander.” He was such a liar. He had enough self-control to grip the bed himself, but he wanted her to be the one to do it.
She lifted, freeing him long enough for her legs to shift so her knees dug into his palms instead. Her hands went to her breasts first.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said as she plucked at her nipples and tried to lower on him again. He slid along her entrance and hit her clit instead. Her moan made his balls tighten.
She lifted again, her hand dropping. Instead of wrapping around him to fix the angle, her fingers slid inside herself before coming back out and rubbing her clit.
“Not fair,” he said, but he managed to smile as she grinned down at him.
“Wait your turn,” she ordered, and fuck, she had the instinct to order him around. She locked her eyes on his as her fingers rubbed her clit in fast strokes. Her other hand pulled at her nipple. The grin faded as her mouth grew slack around her panting. “Fuck,” she moaned. “It’s hotter with you watching.”
“Hot as hell. Keep going, Vespa. Make yourself come.” Her fingers sped up as her knees dug in even harder. “I want to watch you orgasm. I want you to fucking drip on me.”
Her body stilled as she let out a surprised puff of air and her eyes closed. It was the quietest, most decadent orgasm he’d watched, and it made his need to feel it that much sharper. Her body melted over him, and she was slicker than ever as she pressed his cock into his belly and her shaking hands braced against his chest.
His balls were so tight, and his cock was harder than ever. If she shifted on him too much, he might come before he got to bury himself inside her.
