Page 125 of Stitches

Fucking hell.

I couldn’t resist her soft words.

“You fucking swear it?” I demanded, fisting her black hair and tugging her head back.

Her response was to completely fucking turn me on because she was undoing her blouse with shaky hands.

“I never lie,” she said, her voice so soft I’d have not been able to hear it had there been any other sound in the room.

I released her hair and shoved her shirt off her shoulders, drinking in her creamy skin before I unclasped her bra and let her breasts spill out for me.

Within minutes, I had her stripped bare, my cock rock hard and ready for her.

“Show me how fucking much you love me,” I said fiercely. “Make me believe it.”

She crinkled her brows and parted her lips for all of a moment before she was sliding down onto my waiting cock, spearing herself on me.

Slowly, she rode me, the sensation of her tight pussy so fucking good I wanted to scream her name to hell and back.

I wanted it faster. Harder. She knew how I liked it, but she continued to give it to me the way she was.

“Specter,” I growled. “Faster.”

I reached for her hips to move her along, but she grabbed my hands and pushed them above my head, her lips meeting mine in a deep kiss.

I gave in and kissed her back, letting her lead since she clearly wanted to run this part of the show.

Her movements picked up, her breasts against my chest, as she rode me faster.

I felt her pussy tighten while her breathing became faster. She was going to come for me.

I let her continue her control, my tongue in her mouth as she came hard, soaking my fucking lap with her release.

Her hands shook as she held me, a surefire way of letting me know she was struggling to keep going. That her poor, pink pussy was too sensitive.

I could fix that.

“I want your ass,” I said against her lips. “ I want to fuck it until you’re screaming for me.”

Her chest heaved against me at my words, and her hold on my arms lessened until I knew I was back in charge.

Quickly, I lifted her off my dick and put her on her stomach. With a tight grip, I lifted her ass until it was bare before me.

I smiled down at her willingness to please me.

She deserved to be rewarded.

I licked her asshole, tonguing her hole, making her squirm. When I pulled away, I worked my finger into her tight confines, making her hiss out a breath. It was when I added two fingers that she really tried to get away from me.

“No,” I said, bringing her back by gripping her lips and lifting her again. “You need to show me, specter. I need to see it. Feel it.”

She quit moving and let me finger her asshole again. When I was happy with it, I pulled out and gathered the slick from her earlier release and rubbed it around her asshole, lubing it up for me. I added some to my cock for extra measure and pushed the head of it against the tight ring of muscle.

She let out a soft cry that was fucking music to my ears.

Pushing forward, I relished the way she shook and twisted her fingers in the blanket she was on.

“Does it hurt, baby?” I asked, breathless.

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