Page 92 of Sex Coach

"You're turning into a problem, Michelle," he muttered, pumping his hand slowly up and down .

I might have asked him what he meant, but the sight of him stroking himself was so erotic, I lost my breath. I might have even lost my mind a little, staring at him with my heart hammering against my ribs .

"The way you watch me..." He practically growled the words and I shivered as his voice stroked over me like whiskeyed velvet. My nipples tightened to the point of pain as I dragged my eyes up and met his .

"I can't help it ."

He caught my hand and guided it between my thighs. "Make it even then. Show me how you like to touch yourself ."

Blood rushed to heat my cheeks, but wild need and other things drove me to do just that, and I began stroking myself as he watched .

I was slick and hot, the folds of my pussy swollen .

The few times I'd managed to climax on my own, I'd never been this wet before, this aching and empty, this ready to be filled. But I didn't beg for him to end it .

Not yet .

Instead, I watched as he fisted and pumped his cock, lay there, circling my clit as he watched me. When the sensations became too much, I closed my thighs around my hand and moaned, feeling the orgasm rushing closer .

"Don't do that...let me see," Jake said, his lids low. "I'm going to come all over you here in a few seconds. I want to see you come for me...right like this ."

I whimpered, the words so hot and raw, they were another stroke against my already over-sensitized nerves. He pumped his hand harder, faster, but kept the other on my knee, keeping me from closing my thighs. "Do it, Michelle," he urged. "Let me see you come ."

Breath coming hard and fast, I stopped caring and just gave in .

As he watched, I stroked myself to orgasm, and just as I bucked against my wet, slick fingers, he came too, semen jetting from him to splash on my belly .

He didn't even wait .

He grabbed my hips, pulled me closer to the edge of the island and thrust in .

"Jake!"

He snarled and twisted his hips, thrust deeper, harder .

I reached up, grasping at his biceps, but it wasn't enough. He seemed to understand because he pulled me up against him, our fronts sticky now, flesh sliding and slipping together. He picked me up and carried me, the weight of my body driving me farther down on his cock .

Crying out, pinned between pain and pleasure, I clung to him .

A moment later, he had my back to the wall, and he caught me behind the thighs, draping my knees over his elbows. He grunted out my name as he withdrew, then thrust deep .

It was almost too much, but the pleasure rivaled the fullness of him, and I couldn't imagine not having him this close, not right now. His movements grew rougher, more frantic, and my orgasm rushed even closer .

We came together, his mouth sealing over mine just as I cried out his name. As he swallowed down the sound, his cock swelled inside me and jerked, setting the rhythmic sensations within me to fluttering all over it .

It was too much .

Way, way too much .

Black dots danced in front of my eyes, and for a few seconds, I thought I might pass out .

"Michelle," he murmured against my hair a couple of moments later, his breathing as ragged as mine .

Closing my eyes, I tucked my face into his chest, not quite yet ready to think .

He seemed content with that .

But I doubted it would last .

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