Page 32 of Westin

I draw my zipper down and unleash my cock, shoving down the front of my pants. Fingers rough, I tug her panties aside and stroke over her soaked sex. Her breasts heave as she stares, in awe, when I lick my fingers to get her taste all over my tongue.

She whimpers. “Please, be gentle.”

“You can take it, darling,” I say. “I won’t hurt you.”

Her eyes widen as my cock pushes against her pussy. The head slips in, and I grit my teeth. Her full mouth parts, and her eyes roll back as I ease her down onto my length. Slowly; there’s hardly any room.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please…what?” I pant.

“Not all the way.”

My hands grip her hips, working myself deeper. Her lashes glitter, her eyes glassy. Taking pity on her, I find her clit and stroke that swollen nub beneath my thumb, making her twitch and squirm.

“So fucking good,” I breathe. “That’s my girl.”

This time, she doesn’t tell me she’s not my girl.

We both know better.

“I know you can take it all the way for me, darling,” I say.

She groans, and her hips work, back and forth, as my cock slips deep inside her soft body. It’s like tumbling into paradise. The heavy, roaring desire I’ve felt since I saw her slender legs, her short fucking skirt, and her big eyes is quiet for a second, placated by her cunt.

Then she flutters around me, and it roars back to life.

Fingers tight on her hips, I lift her an inch and slam her down. She cries out, but I don’t relent. Distantly, I catch the sweet scent of her pussy as I rut my hips up against hers.

Our breath is loud. She’s so wet, I can hear it as I thrust. It’s stained on my work pants.

Hips moving, I bend until my mouth grazes her right nipple. She moans and pulls against the belt, keeping her to the wheel. Binding her with her arms back, her breasts exposed, just the way I like her.

I curl my tongue around her nipple, drawing a circle over the tight, pink flesh. Her moans are soft and breathy. I’m groaning in my chest.

How can I want someone so much, even when I’m buried in them?

She moans and her belly quivers, the muscles of her cunt working. I let her nipple go and lick up the soft curve of her other breast, nipping and biting it until I get to her other nipple. There, I do the same thing, sucking, grazing with my teeth.

“Westin,” she pants.

I lift my head, hips still fucking up into her. “Do you want to come, darling?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Beg and be nice about it,” I order.

She falters, and I can’t keep back a smile.

“I know you can be sweet,” I say. “You’re not all sass. I know there’s a good girl in there who can be sweet and beg for it.”

She gives me an impudent glare. I fuck hard, bouncing her on my cock. Her hair falls around her shaking breasts, her nipples still wet from my mouth, pink from my teeth.

I push her skirt up, baring her ass, and bring my hand down on it hard enough that she yelps.

“You’re setting yourself up to get your pretty ass spanked, darling,” I tell her.

“Please,” she bursts out, face flushed. “Please, let me come. I’ll do anything.”

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