Page 68 of Two’s Better

He trailed hot, wet kisses down my jaw to my throat, focusing on that spot that made my eyes roll and my toes curl, his right hand leaving my ass to cup and squeeze my breast, finding the stiff point and tweaking. I managed to remember to bite back my cry, my pussy now so slick it was maddening.

I pushed him off me, frantically reaching for my shoulders to push the sleeves of my romper down my arms and my torso, then stepped out of it.

“Goddamn,” Uzezi rumbled when he saw that all I was wearing underneath were a pair of lace panties, bright yellow to match my outfit. “Goddamn,” he said again, his eyes roving hungrily over my form.

I pushed down my panties, and Uzezi took that as his cue to also get rid of his own pants, underwear, and socks.

I spun around before he was done, kicked my desk chair out of the way, then braced both my hands on the table, bending over and slightly spreading my legs.

I tossed him a coy look from over my shoulder. “I want you to fuck me—just like this,” I whispered, giving my hips a little wiggle.

“Jesus.” He looked like he’d been hit over the head with a frying pan, eyes dark and dazed, mouth hanging open. He had a hand wrapped tight around his erection, seemingly subconsciously, as he frantically finished stepping out of his pants and underwear, kicking them off his feet.

He walked up to me, still with that dazed expression on his face. “Jesus fucking Christ, Ofure.” His dick looked uncomfortably hard, glistening with a pearl of pre-come at the tip.

“Uzezi.” I breathily moaned his name as I bent over completely, arching my back, spreading my legs wider. “I need you inside me. Right fucking now.”

He made a low, harsh noise. I braced my left hand against the wall, biting back a moan as his left hand, big and warm, found my hip, the other stroking between my legs. Fuck, I was so embarrassingly wet, my pussy practically dripping.

“God-fucking-damn,” he snarled, shoving two fingers inside me easily.

I lifted onto my toes, keening. “I’m ready,” I sobbed, my greedy pussy clenching needily around his pumping fingers. “Oh fuck, Uzi, I’m ready, I’m so ready. Please, please, come on—”

“F-Fuck.” He was panting. “Fuck.” His fingers made a filthy, squelching noise as they left my pussy, then I felt the head of his dick probing against my entrance.

“Yes,” I hissed, lifting even higher on my toes, bracing my second hand on the wall. “Yes, yes, yes—”

He entered me slowly, so torturously slowly. I didn’t know what it was, if it was the angle, but he felt so fucking big like this, my pussy even tighter than the first time. He was practically trying to squeeze his way in; I swore I could feel every vein in his shaft, the bulbous shape of the tapered head, the way his prick was pulsing with every heartbeat.

“Oh my God,” he rasped quietly with every inch he pushed in. All I could do was sob as silently as I could, my thighs trembling. “Oh my fucking God.” He gasped raggedly when he was fully inside me. “Jesus fuck.”

I couldn’t stop clenching around him; he felt so fucking good. “Come on, Uzi,” I whispered, low and desperate, “Come on—”

His hands stroked over my hips, then went to my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. My entire body flushed hot when I realised he was looking, staring down at where our bodies were joined.

My pussy clenched again, my clit throbbing, my head dropping onto the desk. “Uzi—” I whined.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he rasped, pulling out, then pumping back in. “Goddamn. Fuck. Christ.” His thighs were trembling. “This fucking pussy, Ofure. Holy shit, you want to kill me.”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed, the sound turning into a moan when he pumped his hips again.

“Goddamn. Fuck. I—” The rest of his sentence cut off, like he was biting his lip. He began thrusting almost without rhythm, squeezing my ass so tight it only added to the sensation.

I wanted to touch my clit, but I wanted to enjoy this feeling—the sensation of him thrusting into me—a little longer. My eyelids were fluttering, my stiff, sensitive nipples aching, sending electricity dancing down my spine and belly to my clit every time they brushed against the desk.

Uzezi swivelled his hips searchingly, changing the angle, depth and speed until he hit a stroke that nearly made me scream.

“Fuck! Yes. Holy fucking shit, Uzi, oh my God—”

“Like that?”

“Just like that. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—”

“Goddamn. Fuck! You feel so fucking good.”

He didn’t let up, stroking into me long and deep and hard, breathing harshly. He was still squeezing my ass, still holding me spread open; I could feel his searing gaze on where he was pumping into me, hear it in the desperate, choked-off groans he was making.

“God, I can’t,” he gasped shakily, his hips beginning to lose rhythm; he was grinding into my pussy in jerky little thrusts, like he was trying really hard to stave off his orgasm. “Fuck. Goddamn. Shit. I can’t, I can’t—fuck! I’m—”