Page 93 of King of Temptation

She rolls her hips, her ass out. The bend of her body is that of a dancer and it’s beyond hot.

I pump into her several more times, my hands on her ass only spreading her wider for my view.

I know I’m not going to last long. The past few days have been so raw and this woman is turning into my entire world.

Her head is thrown back, her neck exposed, and I lean down to suck one of her tits into my mouth, pulling her nipple so that she cries out my name. I feel her tighten around me and I know she loves it. But I miss the view.

So lifting my head, I take her in again.

Her body swallows my cock over and over and it’s so good, I close my eyes for a second.

And then, shifting her weight to one hand, I slide my middle finger through her soaking pussy before I slide it into her tight little asshole.

I feel her stiffen, her body stilling.

“You all right, sweetheart?”

“I’m good.”

“You sure?” I want to claim every part of her, but not if it robs her of pleasure.

“Sure.” She relaxes and takes even more of my finger in, and I watch in the mirror as I fill both her holes pumping in and out of her like a man half mad.

Her face is red, the little noises she’s making almost guttural, but she grows tighter and tighter around my finger and cock, her hands gripping my back like I’m a lifeline.

“Are those good noises or bad ones,” I ask, squeezing my eyes shut a few times to clear the red haze from my eyes. I could lose myself in fucking her like this.

“Good,” she cries. “So good. Leo. I don’t think I can make it much longer.”

Fuck me. I pump harder, ruthlessly, every muscle flexing as I push so deep inside her, she lets out another keening cry.

Her nails drag down my back, her legs locked so tight as she pushes down on me, taking so much of me in that my vision blurs.

And then she starts to cum.

It’s not like her first orgasm. Those cries were pretty. These keening cries pierce my ears as she absolutely breaks apart on me, her pussy locked so tight, I start to cum before I’ve even had an orgasm. It’s like she’s pulling the cum from my cock.

“Fuck,” I spit as she slams down hard on me again, riding the pleasure for every last bit it’s worth.

My orgasm hits me with a force that sends me to my knees, not that I stop pumping her so full of my cum, her thighs are going to be sticky for days.

It goes on and on, the force of it, emptying my balls. “Christ. No wonder you ended up pregnant.”

She laughs a halfhearted breathy sound, as her forehead comes to my shoulder. “Leo. That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny. You know how to empty a man of every drop of cum.”

Her palms slide down my arms. I’m on my knees but I’m still holding her up. “We’ve got several months to work out the birth control issue.”

“Fuck that,” I say, sitting my ass down on the hardwood. She’s still got her legs around my waist.

She pushes back to look at me. “We’re not having sex after the baby?”

“I asked you to marry me. Of course we’re having sex. I just don’t plan on wrapping up.”

Her eyes go wide.

“I’ve thought about it, and I think I want a bunch of kids.”

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