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“I want you to come, Montrell.”
He groaned as she lifted away from his mouth, her pussy squeezing him.
“Don’t be naughty,” he panted as his arms slid around her to help her rock.
Beatrice was doing that sexy humming again, her lube-slick hands bracing against his chest to help her shift back and forth. “Not naughty.” She moaned as she tested another rock. “Call me your good girl.”
Then she lifted her body.
Montrell cried out at the loss, his arms tightening around her as his hips thrust his cock into her descent. His back came off the bed, his head falling forward into her breasts as he came harder and longer than he’d ever come before. The feel of her all around him blew his mind as well as his load.
His lips grazed her breast when it was over, and he held her tight. “Sorry. I’m sorry,” he murmured, snuggling where he was. Her breasts cushioned his head perfectly. “Fuck, that felt amazing.”
Beatrice’s hands gripped his face, raising it so she could look into his eyes. “I could feel you come inside me,” she told him. Then she took his mouth, her tongue thrusting inside.
He rolled her to her back, hitching her leg around his hip so they wouldn’t be separated. “Is this okay?” he asked, staring down into her eyes. “I’m not too heavy?”
Her arms danced over his biceps as her legs curled around his ass. “I like how big you are.”
Her words made him hitch her body closer, his not-yet-softened cock loving still being inside her.
“I’m just sad it’s over.” Her hands continued to skim, sending sensation shuddering through his body. “I like being this close to you.”
Montrell didn’t explain that he just needed a few minutes to recuperate. He might have been a one-pump chump—fuck, he really had come with the first thrust—but he was nowhere near ready to tap out.
His cum would make her slicker. The thought of his cum inside her already had his erection bouncing back.
He bent down to her ear. “Let me take care of you.”
“I’ve already orgasmed a few times.” That she could flush with embarrassment while he was buried inside her was so fucking adorable.
He kissed her reddened chest. “There can never be enough for you.” His hand slipped between them. He stroked where his cock still stretched her.
“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes closing to slits. As his fingers continued to touch, she arched into him, trapping his hand.
“I’ll make you feel even better. I promise.” He waited for her body to relax before he repeated the caress. Her every expression made him want to both draw out the sensation and send her screaming over the edge. She audibly loved it when he brushed over the hood of her clit. Little back-and-forth strokes made her breathless. He debated leaving her on the crest so he could send her over with his cock, but he hadn’t proven she could orgasm that way yet. He stroked over her clit firmly in the direction she liked best. Her lips parted on another gasp instead of the moan he craved.
“That’s my good girl,” he said in her ear, nipping at it and then at her neck. His cock loved how her pussy squeezed around it when she came. He was erect inside her again and straining to hold back.
Beatrice’s limbs loosened, her legs no longer clasping his ass but falling to either side of his hips. She snuggled her face into his chest before giving his nipple a soft bite. Her carefree sensuality caused his hips to rock forward.
Her head fell back and her eyes opened. “Montrell?” she asked. Her hips wriggled, and he hissed out a breath as his need clawed at him.
“Need me to pull out?” he asked.
His body wanted to riot. He hadn’t even made love to her yet, and the need to thrust into her over and over again was becoming almost desperate. Too desperate.
Beatrice wrapped her arms around his neck. “No. Don’t leave me yet.”
He shifted his hips backward and then forward between her thighs, the thrust as controlled as he could manage. It felt like bliss, but nowhere near enough.
“This okay?” He tried to breathe through the second thrust. “Any pain?”
“No.” She tried to lift into his next thrust, but bit her lip.
“Bea?” Her name came out as more of a moan. He forced his body to still. “Tell me the truth, baby. Do we need to stop?”
Her face wasn’t showing any pleasure. He pulled out before she could answer; he didn’t need an answer.
