Page 87 of Meet Me In The Dark

He did that too, eyes on hers as she slipped his pants off and then planted his feet on the floor, one after the other, so his legs were wide and knees were bent.

“What are you going to do with me?” he asked her.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Anything. Always,” he promised.

A smile lit her face, brilliant as the sun and just as blinding. It brought light to the dim room.

And then she turned around so she was facing away from him, and, his cock in her hand, lowered herself ontohim, so slowly he could feel every wet, warm inch of her. His heart in his throat, he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder.

“I missed this,” he told her.

Kara bottomed out on top of him and rested there for a moment, letting them both just feel their connection. Turning her head, she kissed him again. “I missed you.”

Yeah. “That,” he said. “That the most.”

She stayed there, teasing him with the ecstatic perfection of her pussy. But as he leaned over her shoulder to watch as she stroked her clit in circles, he decided she could tease him forever, as long as she stayed there.

Please, let us have forever.

“You look so good, baby, locked on his fat cock,” Micah said from across the room, his eyes shifting from where Kara played with herself to Conor. He shook his head, but smiled.

“What’s that look mean?” Conor tried to ask, but at that moment Kara tightened around him, so it came out as “Wha?”

“I knew it would take you a while to get here, boss,” Micah said. “I’m just glad you did.”

Luke cleared his throat. “Agreed.” To Kara, he said, “Keep touching yourself like that, sweetheart. Let’s see you come.”

Kara’s fingers moved faster, leaning back against Conor. Her back and neck were slick with sweat, wisps of her hair curling. Bee balm teased his nostrils. Her pussy tightened around him as she moaned.

“That feel good, gorgeous girl?” He bit her ear and she clenched around him. “Touching yourself with me inside you? Knowing I’m helpless to do anything but let you fuck me? Knowing you’re in control?”

“Yes,” she moaned again. The sound of her fingersworking through her slippery wetness was teasing his own control.

“You’re going to make me come this way, just seated on my cock and touching yourself.”

“You’re so close, baby,” Micah said. “We can see it.”

“Smell it,” Luke added.

“Still taste it.”

Kara whimpered, writhing all over Conor, her legs tightening where she sat above him, her body trembling against his.

“I can’t,” she whimpered.

“Why?” he asked.

“I still need you to make me.”

Of course she did, his goddess. She wanted control, but she still needed him to take it, too. It was that push-pull between them that connected them. She gave, he took, and vice versa.

Right now, it was his turn to take.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he told her, voice thick. “You’re going to come for all of us, because you want to give us everything. You’re going to come around me and then I’m going to fill you up so full, fuller than you already are, until we’re all so deep inside you you’ll never get us out.”

And then he bit her on her shoulder and shoved his hips upward, once.

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