Page 233 of Overcast

Carefully she keeps her weight off me, obviously scared to hurt my leg in any way as she slowly lifts and descends right back down on me. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, suppressing a moan that wants to slip away.

But that’s not what totally gets me right now.

It’s her concentration on fucking me that’s the most striking and alluring thing I’ve ever seen.

Especially when all she has to do is just guide herself, and I’ll have no problem coming just from watching and feeling her alone.

She bucks her hips gently when she ascends off me, torturously letting me feel how tight her walls are. How flawlessly she fits me. How lucky of a shithead I am that she wants me.

“That feel good, baby?” I ask her, observing in pure awe as I watch the woman who transformed before my eyes take advantage of me.

Which we all know I don’t care.

She bobs her head, placing her soft palms on my hard chest. “Am I the boss?”

“No,” I half-ass scoff. “You’re being punished.”

Who the fuck are we kidding here?

That ship has sailed, and the only “punishment” that will take place around here is her and the way her body beckons to me every second of every damn day.

“Seems like I’m doing all the work,” she replies with a slow lift of her lips.

It’s an interesting fact, that, Stormi went from timid to wanting to fuck with me all the time.

Don’t get me wrong, her being comfortable is enough to drive me insane, but I do have to keep some of my damn balls when it comes to the bedroom.

“I didn’t tell you to ride me, sweetheart,” I retort. “You took this cock all by yourself.”

She suddenly stops moving, my big fucking mouth getting me in trouble once again. My dick goes on protest for it to shut the hell up so we can watch her screw us into the best high ever.

“Alright—” she lowers her body, taking me to the hilt off a shaky exhale and remains still, killing us both. “—I’ll wait.”

Twirling my wrist with my index finger extended, I say, “Turn around and put your pussy in my face.” Her jaw plunges slightly before she rearranges herself so that now I can have some sort of control. “Lower.”

Spreading her knees across the mattress, Stormi is about to learn how ruthless I am when it comes to serious shit that could change both of our lives.

Without warning, I lean forward, my tongue connecting with her clit before trailing all the way down her center to the hole I haven’t gotten to explore yet. She lets out a shocked squeal, tightening her legs around my head, and I tap my forearms into her inner thighs.

“Wide,” I deadpan through one of her frustrated growls. I softly bite the inside of her leg, silently warning her that this is what happens when I’m put into a position that I have no control over. I was at her mercy to listen, and while I’m normally cool with it, that situation was fucked.

“Marty,” she whines, wanting more of my tongue sweeping across her needy pussy.

Yeah, she can’t hide her shit in the moment, and I’m fucking addicted to it.

“Suck my cock, sweetheart, nice and hard.” She immediately complies, apparent that I just need to sway her to coming, and she’ll pay attention.

Her wet lips wrap around my dick, and she bobs her head, going from zero to a hundred so she can get what she wants.

The problem for her is that she’s not going to get it.

Not first anyways.

With my good leg, I thrust upward, filling her tiny mouth as I hit the back of her throat and a choked gag muffles over it.

That’s for not pulling the trigger on me when I told you too.

Inserting two fingers inside her, I pump them vigorously, ridding myself of the aggravation that begins to travel through me again.

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