Page 60 of From You to Me

The image in the mirror was one of a crumpling woman in search of bliss. It was wild, erratic, and intense.

“Good girl, now faster.” He kissed my cheek. My fingers almost blurred under his grip at the chaotic pace. My loud, unrestrained whines filled the quiet of the room.

“Come,” he ordered. And I did almost as if a dam broke inside me. I screamed his name as I let go to the pleasure.

He slipped my fingers out of my dripping pussy. I watched with hooded eyes as he sucked it into his mouth, licking it clean. My pussy only dripped further.

Before I could come down from the high, he quickly switched positions, demanding I keep an eye on the mirror.

He peeled my dress and bra off in one quick motion, leaving me bare under his gaze.

A flicker danced his eyes as he stilled, his eyes fixed on the center of my chest. It took me a moment to realize what he was staring at. The ‘J’ pendant and the peony ring that he gave me. I never took it off.

It took him a long moment to shake out of it, following through peeling off his clothes, and dove between my legs.

“Fuck, your pussy is such a mess.” He gave me a devilish grin. “I better clean it up.” He groaned. I watched as he lapped my pussy, sucking me clean. His tongue flicked over and over again on the tight bud. Pinpricks of pleasure awakened in me again as I screamed his name one more time, coming hard.

“Jay,” I panted as he kneeled over my right leg, snaking my left leg around him while he faced the headboard. I craned my head from the side to look him in the eye. “It’s too much.”

I was still on my side, facing the mirror.

In this position, I was almost like a pretzel wrapped around him.

“You can take it.” He hushed me, plunging his full hard throbbing cock into me.

“Fuck,” I cried out from the heat of his length.

“Look at us.” He hooked a finger under my chin, directing my gaze back to the mirror. I didn’t know how it was possible, but the glistening red flush over my skin only darkened as I watched him fuck me.

His powerful body was riddled with tattoos, strong lean muscles flexing hard as he pistoned into me. The contrast of his tan skin against my small pale frame only made my pussy squeeze tighter around his cock.

I yelped as my body rocked hard with his deep fucking; the angle of this position hit the sweet spot inside me over and over again.

“Look how much your pussy loves me.” He slammed his cock to the hilt. “So wet and tight.”

His cock was stretching me in the best possible way.

“Oh God,” I gasped as my eyes fought hard to remain fixed on the mirror. The familiar tingle started down my spine, sending quakes all over my body.

“Yes, take it, just like that.” He grunted, thrusting so hard that my brain fumbled to the succumbing pleasure.

“Come for me,” he commanded.

And for the third time today, I screamed his name. My throat burned, but I couldn’t stop as I felt him join me, spurting his cum deep inside me.

The world around me buzzed as he finally pulled away. My body immediately missed the feeling of his skin against mine. It was like every cell of my being called out to him. Even if we were closer or miles apart, the pulsating tug of my invisible fibers cried for him.

I hyperventilated, trying to catch my breath as I felt my cheek touch the soft cream sheets. His back landed next to me, eyes upward. The faint flush and the gliding bead of sweat on his forehead gave away his exhaustion.

We lay like this in silence, the smell of us lingering in the air.

His head twisted to the side, his blues flashing to mine. Our bodies were side by side, but our minds were worlds apart.

His torso lifted from the bed while his eyes traced mine.

A cloud of melancholy hit me like a wave on the beach because I wanted him to stay.

“I can’t,” he whispered like he read my eyes.

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