Page 72 of Clap Back (Carter Brothers)

His thrusts were long, deep, and even. No deviation in a single inch that he was giving me.

I built, higher and higher and higher. So high, in fact, that I started to get a little worried.

If he could make me feel like this, what else could he do to me?

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice low, thick, and deep as he turned me onto my back, plunging in again without any pause. “I can feel that pussy tightening on me.”

I was.

“Can you give it to me?” he panted. “Can you let go?”

“Not yet,” I keened. “Not just…”

Something hit my clit.

I felt it tap on the very tip, then it started dripping down, mixing with…

Another tap.

I peeled open my eyes to see him spit on me a third time.

I hated spit. I hated…

I came.

I came so fast and hard that I forgot what it was I was supposed to be disgusted by.

The orgasm overtook me.

I closed my eyes, my body arched, and it took me over completely.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, look how pretty you come.”

I was dizzy.

The air inside my lungs was frozen.

My body was hot and cold at the same time.

I was floating and so heavy.

“Jesus, baby. Jesus,” he gasped.

Then he was pulling out, and my pussy continued to clench on emptiness.

Bereft.

That was how I felt.

Like I was missing a vital piece of my soul.

The spray of his cum lashed at my overheated body.

I felt the thick spray of it hit from groin to lips.

Four hard pulses, that I only managed to take all the way in on the fourth pulse.

He was… gorgeous.

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