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“Yup. Don’t worry about it.”
Fuck. That’s a no.
I didn’t plan on coming so quickly. It’s been years since I’ve lost control like this.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper in her ear.
She gives a small nervous laugh.
“I’ll take care of it,” I promise.
“You really don’t need to—”
I push my hips down, forcing her to lay on her belly. And leaning on the arm that's holding her hair, I lower my other hand between her body and the bed.
I find the spot where our bodies connect, my cock still half hard and reluctant to get out. I drag my fingers inside her folds, exploring until I find her swollen bud.
She whimpers, and I know I’m at the right place. “You really don’t—”
“Yes. I do. I’m not letting you leave until you come all over my cock.”
Her whimper gets higher.
I hook my fingers on both sides of her clit and rub.
Her hips slam into the mattress, the movement making my cock twinge. I’m forty-two years old. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to go twice in one night. But give me half an hour and I can come again for her.
I get a little rougher, not just stroking any more but pulling up against her with her clit pinched between my fingers.
Her walls flutter over and over. And her hips locked between the bed and my body set a shallow but steady rhythm against my hand.
“Please.” Her voice is pure desperation and it tugs at my heart.
“Shhh. It’s okay, Amelia.”
Her butt pushes against me, trying to get a better angle.
“I don’t know if I can…”
“I’m not stopping until you do.” I keep my voice hard, firm. I mean every word.
“It… could… take… a long… time.” With every word she thrashes against me.
I smile. “You say that like it’s a threat. Do you really think there’s something else I’d rather be doing?”
“I don’t know…”
I squeeze her clit a little harder.
“Aaahh! Don’t stop! Please Blake, please.”
“I’m here, Amelia, I’m not stopping. Take your time.”
I keep applying that steady pressure and motion with my hand while tightening and pulling on her clit a little harder with my fingers every time.
She moans and cries out, but she’s done protesting. She wants this and I want to give it to her.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
