Текст книги "Incandescent "
Автор книги: River Savage
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She doesn’t move close enough so I reach back, grab her hands and bring them around me. She gets the hint, her front now plastered to my back. Flicking the key over, I start my bike and let it come to life. The roar of my Harley’s engine growls low. The muffler builds louder, the sound filling the still night. Kadence’s grip tightens as I release the throttle, veering to the left. I take off steadily and ready to take Miss Turner on one hell of a ride.
Chapter Five
Kadence
The wind rushes past us, cool air bites at my skin and the ends of my long hair stream behind me. We’ve been riding for what seems like twenty minutes, and I’ve regretted every second of it.
Okay, not really, I freaking love it.
Nix’s body heat is keeping me warm, my front pressed into his back. It’s the only reason I’m plastered up behind him. If the wind wasn’t so damn cold, I’d be able to relax back a bit. Who am I kidding? His body feels amazing underneath my hands.
I am slightly concerned, however, that I’ve let this man push my buttons, kiss me senseless, speak to me dirty, demand a date and manhandle me all in the space of two nights. I know getting caught up with him could end badly. I’ve seen what men like him, and their clubs, are capable of doing. So if I know these things, know that one date with not only a biker but a parent will only end badly, then what the hell am I doing on the back of his bike, driving to who knows where, to do who knows what? I’ve lost my damn mind.
I think it’s the way he talks to me. No one has ever spoken to me the way he does, and I can’t control the reaction my body has to it. It’s not even about the bossy side of him. Zane used to be bossy but in a different kind of way, a way that left no room for argument. With Nix, it’s like his demands ignite the dirty part of me, the part that’s hidden but still leaves room to argue back. Maybe it’s not so hidden if he can ignite it with just one comment or one look. I sigh at the predicament I find myself in as I lean further into him. His hand comes down on my thigh, squeezing me, and I feel it go straight between my legs.
When he asked for a date, my first instinct was to blurt out yes. I nearly did. Holly would have loved that. I had to fight my body’s instinctive reaction to jump him right there in front of the bar, begging him to spank me just like he promised. Then I remembered I was trying to hate him and thought that would go against everything I’ve been saying to him every time he pushes me.
I don’t know why I agreed. I was so close to escaping, but deep down, I knew this was coming. He said something that made me realize he was right. I feel the same pull he feels too. I know it with every touch, every look. He’s right. I’ve never responded this way to anyone before, and giving in to that pull is something my body has been craving so much. The decision was made, and for once, I’m going to give in to temptation. I didn’t know tonight would be the night, but following the saying of just let go, I did just that. I let go.
So now I’m sitting on the back of his bike, his broad chest feeling amazing under my hands. I copped a little feel earlier when we went sharp around a corner, but after five minutes, I relaxed into him, my body automatically holding on to his ripped front, memorizing it before I see what is under his leather cut.
One date. I’ll give myself one date. One night of letting go and then tomorrow, I can analyze everything I’ve done. I’m delusional to think he will want anything more. Men like him live the hard lifestyle. Women come and go; they get their fill and move on to the next one. He even said himself one date, so whatever happens, I’m going to put it down to the undeniable tension that’s between us, and for once, act on it.
Nix slows his bike, turning the corner of a suburban street, easing into the drive of a modest two-story house. He pulls up alongside a black jacked-up Chevy. The porch light has been left on giving off a soft glow against the darkened night, making it feel warm and inviting. Shutting his bike down, Nix climbs off and leaves me sitting here wondering how the hell I’m going to get off.
“How was your first time on a bike?” He smirks, knowing I enjoyed it more than a lot.
“About as enjoyable as anyone feels being placed on the back of a bike for the first time, asshole.” He shakes his head laughing, and then reaches out to help me off.
“I like that I’m your first.” He pulls me to him. I ignore his comment, and the reaction I get from it, and step back, needing space.
“Where are we?” I look up at the house, unbuckling the chinstrap to remove the heavy black helmet. My hair gets caught as I lift it up. Nix comes forward, helping me untangle the mess.
“My place,” he explains, taking the helmet and placing it in the side bag of the bike.
“I thought we were going out for a date?” I correct him, cocking my eyebrow at his forwardness. I shouldn’t be surprised; the man has been nothing but forward.
“I didn’t say where we were goin’. I’m gonna feed you, seein’ that your date left before you ate, get to know you a little better, and then I’ll take you home whenever you want,” he informs me as we walk along the front path to his front porch.
He unlocks and opens the door and gestures me to walk through. I should say no, shouldn’t even walk through his door, but my vagina is making all the decisions.
Making my way through the front entry, I’m silently amazed at the tidiness of his home. The large open-plan living area greets us as we make our way into the room. A large kitchen to the left, opens up to the dining area, and then extends further out into the living area. Two long black leather couches look inviting, sitting in front of a huge flat screen hanging on the wall. Looking around the room, I eye all the fine details to get a glimpse of him in his element. Nix opens up a large, paneled glass door out to the backyard. Flicking the light to give me more of a view, I walk forward and look out to the decking, blown away by the size of it.
“Wow,” I breathe out, walking up to the doors. Nix walks out onto the decking and starts up the built in grill. I follow, heading to the railing that looks out to his large backyard. The in-ground pool sits to the left and a large expansive grassed area is to the right. The yard is lit up as the spotlights from the house shine over the pool area. It’s huge and amazing. I feel a slight pang of jealousy at his home, a real family home.
Turning back around, I follow his movements. Closing the outside fridge, two beers in his hand, he passes me one after popping the top.
“Thanks.” Taking a sip, I look around one more time. “Nice house.” I motion around me.
“Thanks,” he says, turning back to the grill. I take a seat, feeling a little out of my element in his house.
“So,” I begin, trying to fill the silence between us. If we aren’t fighting or being smartasses to each other, it seems we don’t have much to say.
“Just relax, Kadence. I’m not gonna rip your clothes off just yet.” And we’re back.
“Yeah, yeah, Casanova, keep it in your pants. You aren’t getting into mine.” I watch as he looks at me, before walking forward like a predator stalking his prey. He stops short of getting in my space, but his tall frame standing over me communicates his formidable power.
“Kadence, don’t lie. You and I both know that what’s in those pants is aching for my cock.” The ache was gone, but with one sentence, his deep gravelly voice has me building an itch I know he could scratch.
“You’re good, you know that?”
“Kadence, I’m more than good.” I roll my eyes at him. Seriously, the man has it bad for himself.
“Tell me honestly, does it work?” I ask, genuinely concerned. I'm hoping I’m not the only fool falling for his dirty words. ‘Cause then I really would need to talk to my vagina.
“I don’t know, Kadence. Are your panties wet?” he responds, and this time I laugh out loud. He seriously must have taken classes or something.
“Geez, Phoenix, cut the bullshit, would you? Your dirty mouth might make some girls wet between the legs, but it’s not the key to getting between mine. You need to work harder than that,” I lie, standing from my chair and taking one step into his space. The truth is his dirty words are wearing me down, and if he keeps talking about wet pussies, I’m going to pull my pants down and demand he show mine some attention.
What am I saying? Am I really considering having sex with this man? This crass, dirty, sexy man who pushes my buttons, who irritates me while at the same time manages to turn me on? Of course I am. Why else would I get on his bike? I’ve had one-night stands before, before my accident that is. Could I let him in, possibly exposing that side of me without explaining? A part of me knows if he sees it, sees the ugliness, he will be disgusted by it or at least want an explanation.
I don’t like to allow my past to define me, or let me shy away from people, but when ten percent of your body holds second-degree burns, it’s hard to let someone see it. Granting permission for anyone to see the ugliness underneath can also be deeply empowering. I have the ability to control a part of it, so it doesn’t restrict me. I’ve worked so hard to move past my insecurities of it all.
I made the decision a long time ago to own it and embrace the marks of my past, yet Nix’s presence has me faltering, second-guessing that I’m strong enough to move past it. If I’m being honest, my insecurities are coming from the strange and intense connection I have with this demanding pig-headed man. It’s like no other. His presence alone makes me feel less worthy, but at the same time, my strength keeps me holding on. I know I can’t walk away from it even if I tried. The truth in that statement is that I sit here about to have dinner with him, knowing we will only end up naked. I’ve come this far; I want this just as much as he does.
Gathering more courage, I continue to tease him, “How about if you can last all through dinner, without your filthy mouth talking about my pussy, I might give you a taste of it.” I wink and walk past him, hoping he doesn’t see through the fake bravado I’m feeling right now.
He follows me, coming up behind me, his heat at my back. “Game on, Kadence,” he breathes into my ear. His hot breath prickles my skin. I'm not sure if betting against the man is wise; I wouldn’t put it past him to play dirty.
Turning around, I smile, hiding the intense rush his words leave me feeling. Yep, I’m going to do it.
Leaning in, I whisper into his ear. “I bet you don’t last twenty minutes thinking about how wet I am between my legs.” He groans and a look of anguish washes over his face as he reaches down to adjust himself.
“You play dirty, pretty girl, but you don’t know who you’re playing with.”
He’s right. I have no idea what I’m doing, but for one night, I’m up for finding out.
Chapter Six
Nix
After finishing dinner, we make our way inside to tidy up the dishes. I’ve been on my best behavior, and I’m satisfied that Kadence is surprised to learn that I’m not some deadbeat asshole who earns money dealing in women or drugs. Most people in town don’t know the struggle the club went through to get clean. The path my dad took was a lot different to the one I now walk down. After we lost my mom, the years that followed were what I had always said I didn’t want to live. I became a man I had vowed never to be. I didn’t want my children growing up and watching their father instill fear into a town, living a life of crime and then watch them go through life the same. After working our asses off for five years, we now successfully run two bars, a new club downtown and a new ink joint we just opened up last week. The boys are happy; the club is free from any of that old bullshit, and I wouldn’t want anything else. Except, maybe a sexy, hot teacher to warm my bed.
Our dinner conversation flowed easily, having a few jabs at each other along the way, her vexing me, me teasing her back. We didn’t talk about my ex, and I was glad not to touch on the subject; last thing I wanted to speak about with a woman is my pain-in-the-ass ex. We avoided the whole classroom scene from last week. She clearly has an issue with me being a parent to one of her students, so I steered clear of anything that could have her back-pedaling.
I don’t know what it is about this connection we have. Even in the last two hours, I feel more comfortable than I have ever before. Having a woman in my space, talking about club life is something that I would never normally do, but for the life of me, I can't seem to find a way to make myself stop. After I kissed her last night, I came home and fucking dreamt of her, of her hot mouth around my cock. Waking from the worst sleep ever, I vowed I would stop hassling her, only to have my plan ruined when she was out on a fucking date in one of my bars. I knew the moment I had seen her sitting there, looking bored out of her brain, that the guy would never be good enough for her. With a little push in the right direction, the asshole left without even a backward glance. I’m gonna cop it from the guys tomorrow, with me chasing some tail like some lovesick fool. The fuckers couldn’t make that shit up.
Telling Kadence to go sit down, I make my way back to grab one more beer. If things don’t go to plan tonight, I’ll still need to be able to drive her home. If I have my way, she’ll be in my bed tonight, and I can worry about that little detail tomorrow. I’m not getting my hopes up; with the way things sit between us, who knows how the night will end? The woman runs hot and cold. One minute, I think I’ve got her; the next, she’s playing hard to get.
Sitting down on the sofa next to her, I hand her the beer, and watch her lips closely as she takes a drink. She’s kicked her heels off in front of her. Her toes are painted a sexy pink. Seeing them naked in my home does something to my gut. I wouldn’t usually bring a woman back here, but I didn’t want to take her to the clubhouse. Saturday nights can get fucking crazy, and last thing I want her to see is the shit that can go down there.
“Are you going to be able to drive me home?” she asks, nodding at my drink. Putting my beer down beside me, I reach down and bring her right foot up to my lap. She turns her body and allows me to work my fingers, massaging the balls of her feet.
“Wasn’t planning on drivin’ you home tonight.” I smirk when her eyes flash with panic for a second.
“Is that right?” she asks as she tries to pull her foot back.
“Relax,” I say, keeping her foot there. “I’ll take you home when you’re ready,” I add, waiting for her to tell me she’s ready to go. It’s like I’m hanging on, waiting for her to put an end to this. Fuck, I’ve never worked so hard for something before.
She relaxes into a comfortable position, leaning back into the arm of the sofa. My fingers work a little harder, and she sighs her approval, the sound going straight to my dick. She must feel me growing hard under her foot; as when she looks up at me, lust flashes through her eyes. I recognize the desire flowing between us.
Without hesitation, I lean forward and press my mouth to hers. Her soft, warm lips part slowly, granting me access. The tip of her wet tongue comes out first, surprising me and spurring me on. I greet her with my own, our tongues fighting in combat, like our personalities. Taking over the kiss, my mouth captures her moans, her submission to the pleasure. The taste of her on my mouth fills me with a need to devour more of her. All of her.
Bringing her hands up into my hair, she lightly pulls at it as I bite down on her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth. Breaking our connection, I reposition myself, bringing my knee between the juncture of her legs; I lean forward, taking her mouth again, this time a little slower. Fisting a handful of her long dark hair, I tug hard, exposing her delicate neck. Latching on, I make it my mission to mark her.
All reason has left me.
The fact that I want to leave my mark on her should have me pulling back, but the thought of her seeing them tomorrow has me sucking harder. I know she’ll be pissed, but that just makes it even better.
“Don’t you fucking leave a mark,” she pants, still fisting my hair. She pulls at it harder, the sting making me suck more.
Her heavy breathing fills the quiet room as she grinds herself up against my leg seeking the friction she needs. My greedy hands work to pull down her top, exposing her perfect tits in a fancy lace bra that makes my dick even harder. Her small erect nipples outlined by the black lace, beg for my attention. Squeezing one tightly between my thumb and finger, I roll over the fabric. She whimpers at the pressure, rubbing faster against my leg. Abandoning her neck, I take the erect nipple in my mouth, biting over her lace. Her hand reaches for my pants flicking the button open. Anticipation flows through me, begging for her soft touch. Fumbling with our position, I take over, jerking the zip down.
Kadence’s hand slides in, her tight grip squeezes me firmly. The soft pad of her thumb runs along the head of my cock gathering the drop of pre-cum. Pulling her hand free, I sit back, fascinated, yet knowing what she’s about to do. Her pink tongue slowly comes out, the teasing in her gaze has me anxiously waiting for it, and in one slow sweep, she tastes me.
Fuck that was hot.
My mouth smashes to hers, fighting access past her lips like a starved man dying of thirst for his first drink. Her hand finds its way back in my pants. Her touch is like an instant vault straight to my gut. I pull back, making work of her jeans, but her fingers stop me.
“Now, don’t go all shy on me,” I say, waiting to taste her. Fuck, I need to taste her on my lips as much as I need to breathe.
“Let’s take it to the bedroom,” she pants, pulling her legs out from under me and quickly standing. I force my breathing to calm before I follow her up taking her hand in mine, directing her up to the carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. With thoughts of taking her on the stairs, I push her up against the wall. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me down to her level. I drop one foot down to the stair below, her height so much shorter than my six-foot-two frame. My tongue intertwines with hers and I open my eyes to see hers closed shut. The tip of my cock sticks out from the tops of my jeans, begging me for attention. My head is in a craze, I don’t know what I want to do with her.
“Bed,” she pants, sounding just as crazy as I feel.
Pulling back, I drag her the rest of the way up to my bedroom, our bodies fumbling in the frantic need to get to the top. Flicking the light on, I walk her backwards into the room, stopping when her legs meet the side of my California King. I push her back in one fast movement and watch her fall as I pull my shirt up over my head. She comes up onto her elbows; her long hair hangs behind her. Her pert tits, still exposed from the top of her shirt, make my dick throb harder. Fuck, I need to see her. I follow her eyes as they scan over my chest, then my arms as she takes in the ink.
“Like what you see?” I smirk, knowing she does. I sure as fuck like what I’m seeing.
“You look okay.” She smiles and I know she’s playing, but the inner beast in me has me wanting to fuck her hard, and then get her to admit she’s lying.
“Can you get the light?” she requests as I continue to get my fill of her on my bed.
“What?” I look down, admiring her laying there, her lips swollen from my kiss, her glazed eyes filled with appreciation. It’s a sight I plan to burn into my memory and call on constantly.
“The light, can you get it?” she repeats, now looking unsure.
Planting my knee to the bed, I move up, my body covering hers. “Woman, if I’m getting a taste of this,” I run my finger between her tits, down her stomach and between her legs, “I wanna see every inch of it.” She shudders at my touch but doesn't say anything. I don’t know what kind of dickheads she’s been with before, but fucking her in the dark is not what I had in mind. A body like hers needs to be worshiped, not fucking hidden.
“Take this off.” I show her what I want, running my finger along the swell of her breasts. I can see she’s struggling with something, but with what I don’t know. She takes a large breath, like she’s preparing herself, and then nods with unease.
I pull back waiting for her to tell me she changed her mind or that I’ve blown it. Instead, she sits up and reaches down to grab the hem of her shirt. Lifting it above her head, she tosses it to the side. Following her movements, I watch her release her pert tits from her bra, exposing her sweetly curved mounds. My hands find them immediately, the creamy flesh fitting just right in my hold. Capturing a rose-tipped nipple with my finger and thumb, I look back up at her. “Lose the pants, Kadence.”
She pushes me back. My hold is lost as she stands in front of me. Our positions switched, I sit back and get ready for the show. Her movements are slow; her body turned slightly as I watch her pull them straight down her legs leaving her panties in place. Turning somewhat back to me, she cocks her eyebrow, waiting for me to get my fill.
“Jesus.” I hold back a sigh. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight. I knew she was beautiful, but standing there in front of me? Fuck. Her soft porcelain skin shines against the glow of the ceiling light and her long, dark hair hangs over her breasts. There’s this air of innocence about her, but at the same time, I know this woman could destroy me.
Her black lace panties hold all of my attention, the lace showing a little of the milky skin underneath. I’m anxious to see what’s under there, to taste her on my tongue.
“Come here,” I demand, ready for more. She turns her body face on, and then takes one slow step to me, my eyes fixed on hers. Taking another step toward me, I reach forward, putting my hands to her waist, ready to pull her the rest of the way when I feel something under my fingers.
Moving my hand away, I take a closer look. She stops frozen as I run my eyes over the damaged skin. “Turn.” My tone surprises me, the demand not meant to come out harsh as my eyes follow the path of the nasty scar. She does as she’s told, turning to her side without argument, revealing her marred left side. Her flawless porcelain skin is scarred red and raw from the side of her waist to the high thigh. “Kadence?” My eyes search hers, waiting for an answer to my unasked question. I now know that Jesse was talking about this.
Looking back down, I can’t take my gaze away from the angry, rigid skin. Her waist bears the worst. She pulls her leg away, turning her body to hide herself from me. My eyes look up and lock onto hers again not sure how to proceed. Pain, anger and determination stare back at me, waiting for my reaction. I feel tightness pull in my stomach as I look at her standing there vulnerable, but I don’t react. The recognition that she survived something violent bothers me; I want to protect her from whatever nightmare she lived.
“What happened?” I ask, keeping my voice leveled so she doesn’t pull back.
“I was in a fire,” she answers with no emotion, no explanation. Her hands go to cover herself, but I reach forward to stop her. I want her to tell me every fucking detail, how it happened, why it happened, but I know she wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to share, the look in her eyes telling me it’s a no-go zone.
I stand, let her hands go, and move into her space. Leaning down, I kiss her soft lips, letting her know she doesn't have to talk about it with me. She stands rigid, our brief moment still hanging between us. We’re both quiet for a moment, staring back at each other. Unasked questions stir between us, both of us fighting our own battles. My hand goes to her heat, impatient to continue past the strange feelings flowing through me. Moving the lace material aside, I slide a finger down her bare center, and find her wet and hot.
She closes her eyes, becoming lost in the feeling. When she reopens them, desire replaces her apprehension. Lust replaces the anger. Spreading her open, I insert one finger into her tightness and lose myself in her snug heat. I pull out slowly, and then enter her again with a second finger.
“I can’t wait to taste this sweet pussy, Kadence,” I tease her. Her breathing labors as I work her over. Her hips come forward, rolling in a desperate effort seeking pleasure.
“Get on the bed,” I order, removing my fingers and stepping back. Mumbling her annoyance, she walks to the bed, crawling to the center. The sight of her on her knees has me following her close behind. She turns and lays flat, her knees coming up, bent and closed together. I pull back and press my hands to her knees, spreading her wide. Moving down her body, the overpowering urge to taste her has my head between her legs. I calm my breathing; I don’t need to blow my load before taking her. Reaching up, I pull her panties straight down, not slowly or delicately, but roughly. She looks down her body to me, her cheeks flushed with arousal as I inhale her sweet musky scent. Running my nose along her seam, I lightly touch her center, tormenting her with feather-like touches. God, she tastes amazing.
“Quit teasing me,” she breathes out. I ignore her request even though the sound of her bossy, sexed-up voice goes straight to my cock. Instead, I run my tongue along all the places that won’t take her over the edge, teasing and savoring her taste. If I only have one night, I’m gonna fucking enjoy it. Her hand comes down, ready to reach the spot herself, but I grab her around the wrist, capturing it before she makes contact.
“Hands above your head,” I demand. As much as I would love to watch her play with herself, I just don’t think I’ll be able to keep myself in check right now.
“Fuck off, Nix. Just give me your mouth,” she spits out, her impatience coming through. I have to admit, I’m beginning to like every side to Kadence, but her feisty side? Fuck, it could undo me.
“Kadence, I’m not going to tell you again, put your fuckin’ hands over your head, or you ain’t getting my tongue.” She huffs out her frustration as I blow my warm breath to her center.
“Fucking asshole,” she hisses between clenched teeth, but I only smile at her frustration. She’s just where I want her.
“I already told you, babe; I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I add more pressure, and she calls out. Her hand comes down again and grabs my hair, the slight sting going straight to my throbbing cock.
“Hands, Kadence,” I warn again directly into her sweet pussy, and she immediately obeys. Grinning into her dark haven, I award her with more pressure. Her hips reply, pushing into my face as I run the flat of my tongue up her middle.
“Fuck, honey.” Her voice is hoarse as she nears her release. My tongue flicks harder, faster as I insert a finger, hooking it to find her G-spot. Her legs seize up, locking around my ears, and I know I’ve found the right spot. I feel her body tense, her orgasm closing in. As much as I want to take her over this very second, I want to feel her tighten around me, hugging me when I first make her come. I slow my movements, pulling my finger out from inside her.
“What the hell?” she pants, confused that I just stopped. “You rotten asshole!” She kicks at me as I stand to drop my pants. My neglected cock springs free, glad to be let out and begging to be deep inside of her.
“Kadence, I wanna bury myself deep in that tight little pussy the first time you come,” I tell her, as I lean over and pull out a condom from the bedside drawer. Ripping it open with my teeth, I take my cock in my hand and stroke it a few times to soothe the ache. Her eyes shine in appreciation at each rough caress. Watching Kadence watch me, I roll the condom on and climb back between her legs. Lining myself up at the apex of her thighs, I lazily rub the head through her wetness.
“You’re an asshole,” she complains when I keep teasing her. I’m not trying to tease her; I’m trying to calm my raging thoughts of fucking her within an inch of her life.
“I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, Kadence. You’ve got me so wound up,” I admit. The taste of her covering my tongue and the sight of her laying underneath has me hanging on by a thread.
“Just fuck me, would you?” She hooks her feet behind me, greedy for me to fill her.
“Kadence,” I growl as I ease myself inside of her. Jesus, I feel like I just found home. I try to switch my mind off and not surrender to the need of losing control and planting myself balls deep.
I draw out, and then inch my way in further, building momentum each time I slide into her heat. Her knees move up to accommodate me.
"Harder." Her breath comes out raw, her eyes burning with need. My speed picks up. I’m more than happy to meet her demands as I begin to pound into her. I feel my restraint slowly slipping as she comes up to meet each thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding, the soft whimpers leaving her mouth, all drive me forward, spiraling me into my sexual nirvana.
“Harder, Nix,” she complains and my body responds as my movements become harsh, taking her the way I want to take her. “Yes,” she cries out, receiving all that I give her while still begging for more. Fuck, I’m starting to suspect I’ve met my match.
Reaching down between us, I find her clit and flick it hard, worrying that I’m not gonna get her there before I blow my load. “Fuck, so tight,” I grunt out with each thrust. “I could fuckin’ live in here.” I grind my hips harder into her. Her body responds to my dirty words like I knew she would.
“See how good you feel?” I urge as she arches to meet each powerful thrust. She gasps when I pound my hips harder into her.
“Fuck, my cock is never gonna get enough,” I admit, the words leaving my mouth before I can sensor it. It’s the truth. The feelings of never having her again make my body hum in frustration.
Her snugness is too much for my worked up state. Her soft cries of pleasure come out louder, letting me know she’s close. I try to think of something, anything other than the tightness of her pussy milking me.
