Page 40 of The Waiter at Table 6

We both groan at the feeling. Watching her ride me is heaven in itself, but fucking her is…

It’s otherworldly.

My thrusts are slow, but deep. I’m still caught up in the sight of her splayed out before me like this. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the vision of her pussy stretched around my cock.

But then she starts to beg. And it snaps the leash I didn’t realize I was holding myself on.

“Harder,” she gasps. “More. Please…give me more.”

Lowering my chest to her back, I brace on one forearm next to her head so I can keep my grip on her hip with the other. My thrusts become this ruthless, carnal kind of fucking. Suddenly, I can’t fuck her hard enough, or deep enough.

“You want more, baby? I’ll give you more. I’ll give you whatever you want. I’m yours to command.”

Moaning low and deep, her head turns, and she lifts her lips expectantly for a kiss.

I fall on her mouth, my fucking never slowing.

Her tongue slides against mine, her kiss becoming teasing. Taunting. When she finally pulls back slightly, her eyes flutter open to hold mine.

“If you’re really mine, you’ll make me come again and then fill me up,” she whispers.

All the breath whooshes from my lungs. I’m no longer in control of my body—I’m simply hers. And my body wants to obey.

So my knees knock against the inside of her thighs to widen her even more, and I slide my hand from her waist, down to her clit. And even as I’m panting against her lips, even as I feel my balls tighten with the need to come, I fuck her.

When she finally comes, it’s a relief. I feel her pulse around me, and I have to grit my teeth not to come at the same time. It’s sheer force of will that keeps my orgasm at bay for a few more seconds.

She’s still panting from her release, face flushed, as she sinks her hand into my hair and grips hard, saying, “Now let me feel your cum inside me.”

I think I black out for a second. Or an hour. I’ve never in my life come so hard, which means when it’s finally over, I’m crushing Vanessa on the bed.

“Sorry,” I croak out, shifting off to the side so my full weight isn’t on top of her. “That was… Fuck, babe, that was insane.”

I don’t know how I expect her to act once the heat has faded, but the sound of her hushed laughter and the feel of her turning over to cuddle into my chest puts all my doubts to rest. Despite being exhausted, I’m smiling as I wrap an arm around her and pull her tighter to me.

“I have no idea where all that came from,” she whispers. Although she sounds more surprised than bashful.

I don’t even lift my head, my voice muffled against the pillow. “Who cares. Let’s keep your inner vixen around, I like her. She knows what she wants.”

That earns me another laugh. “You’re just saying that because you’re fucked out.”

The combined vulgarity and cockiness has me shifting onto my side so I can quirk an eyebrow at her. “I’m really not, and I’m happy to prove it to you.”

Vanessa gives me a questioning look. “And how are you going to do that?”

Wordlessly, I pull her underneath me, rolling my hips down into the cradle of her legs so she can feel my hardening cock. When her eyes widen and her lips part in shock, I can’t help grinning proudly at her.

“You just came, like, sixty seconds ago!” she blurts out.

“Mhm,” I murmur, leaning down to brush my lips over her neck.

“But—how can you—oh my God, you’re so young,” she finally declares in defeat.

I chuckle into her skin before lifting up.

But only so I can slide down her body and settle between her legs.

“They do say the most sexually compatible partners are men in their twenties and women in their thirties…”

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