Page 102 of Sexting His Assistant

Her whole body tightens. “There.”

I do it again.

She moans louder.

I keep that angle, fucking her steadily while one hand slides between us to rub her clit. She comes fast, her pussy pulsing around my cock, her legs tightening around my hips as she cries into my mouth.

I don’t stop.

I slow enough to let her breathe, then roll us carefully so she is on top.

She looks down at me, hair falling around her face, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. “Your shoulder.”

“Move.”

She hesitates.

“Nina.”

That is enough.

She plants her hands on my chest, careful of the bandage, and starts riding me. Slowly at first, testing the angle, then harder when she realizes how much control she has. I grip her hip with my good hand and guide her rhythm.

She’s beautiful like this.

Sweaty, focused, a little unsteady, taking what she wants from me while trying not to look too desperate for it. Her breasts move with each roll of her hips, and I sit up enough to take one nipple into my mouth again.

She gasps and grinds down harder.

I suck her nipple, then bite lightly. Her head tips back, and her pace gets messier.

I can feel myself getting close, so I stop her.

She looks furious. “What⁠—”

I turn her over onto her stomach before she finishes the sentence, pull her hips up, and slide back inside her from behind.

She cries out into the pillow, the angle makes her grip the sheets, and I have to pause for one second because she feels too good around me.

Then I start fucking her again. Harder now.

Her back arches, her ass presses back against me, and every thrust pulls a broken sound from her. I keep one hand on her hip and the other braced on the bed. My shoulder burns, but the pain only keeps me sharper.

She pushes back into me.

That’s all the permission I need.

I fuck her deep and steady, watching her body take me, listening to the wet sound of us, the desperate little noises she cannot hide. I reach around and rub her clit again, tight circles that make her shake almost immediately.

“Luka,” she gasps into the pillow.

“I know.”

Her body tightens around me.

I keep rubbing her clit while I drive into her from behind, and she comes again, harder this time, her pussy clenching so violently around my cock that I lose the last of my control.

I bury myself deep and come with a groan, my hand locked on her hip, my forehead dropping against her back as pleasure hits hard enough to make my shoulder flare with pain.