Page 12 of Silver Flirt

My cheeks flush hotly, but I force myself to say the words. “I wanted you to touch me.” I rock my hips against his hand. “Wanted you to make me come.”

Bash hisses. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Then he thrusts two thick fingers deep inside me.

“Is this what you imagined, baby?” Bash growls, pumping his fingers faster. “Me fingering this tight little pussy until you scream?”

Pleasure sparks through my nerves.

“Yes,” I whimper, rocking my hips to match his pace. “Bash it feels so good.”

I let out a loud moan as I clutch his broad shoulders, marveling at the solid muscle beneath his shirt. Bash may be forty-five now, but he’s in better shape than most men half his age. His body is rock hard from what must be a religious gym routine.

“Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well,” he praises hotly. “I can’t wait to be inside you. Want to feel this perfect cunt wrapped around my cock.”

His filthy words send me hurtling over the edge.

I come with a strangled cry, spasming on his fingers as waves of ecstasy crash through me. Bash works me through it, his thumb rubbing mercilessly on my clit, wringing out every last shudder of my release.

“So fucking sexy,” he pants, withdrawing his hand. He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. “You taste incredible. I knew you would.”

I shudder, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The sight of Bash licking my arousal off his fingers makes me throb with renewed desire. I need him inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.

“Please,” I pant desperately. “I want you. All of you.”

I fumble for his belt buckle with shaky hands, desperate to free his erection. Bash helps me, undoing his jeans and shoving them down just enough to pull out his impressive length.

My mouth waters at the sight.

He’s thick and hard, the swollen head glistening with precum. I wrap my fingers around him, stroking the hot, silky flesh. Bash hisses through his teeth, thrusting into my grip.

“Shit, that feels good,” he grunts. “Bet your pussy will feel even better.”

I position myself over him, rubbing the tip of his cock through my slick folds. We both groan at the contact. Then slowly, I sink down onto him, taking him inch by delicious inch. The stretch is exquisite, a pleasant burn as he fills me completely.

“Fuck, I knew it. You were made for my cock,” Bash gasps, gripping my hips. “Never felt anything so perfect.”

I moan, savoring the feeling of him deep inside me.

It’s everything I ever fantasized about and more.

Experimentally, I roll my hips, grinding against him. Pleasure spikes through at the friction against my sensitive clit.

“That’s it, ride me, baby,” Bash demands hoarsely. “Take what you need.”

Planting my hands on his chest for leverage, I start to move. I rise up until just the tip remains inside, then slam back down, taking him to the hilt. We both cry out at the intensity.

I set a hard, fast pace, bouncing on his dick with abandon. Bash meets my every downstroke, thrusting up into my heat.

“So fucking good,” Bash pants, his fingers digging into my ass. “Not going to last. You’re milking my cock too good.”

I clench tight around Bash’s thick length, squeezing him with my inner muscles. “That’s because your cock is making me feel so good.”

Bash growls and suddenly flips us over, pressing me back against the leather seat. Then he hikes my leg over his shoulder and starts to pound into me, hammering against my g-spot with ruthless precision.

“Dreamed of fucking this pussy for years,” Bash pants harshly. The wet slap of flesh and our mingled cries of pleasure fill the car. “Spent so many nights stroking my dick imagining it was your hot little mouth.”

I mewl desperately, his words sending bolts of white-hot lust straight to my core. “I used to dream about riding your big dick in the locker room, letting you come inside me.”

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