Page 48 of Levee

A rumble moved through Levee as his hands reached out, gathering my hair and moving it out of his way. He twisted the long strands around his fist, then held it against the back of my head as my lips parted and started to take him in.

Beneath me, his whole body was tensed, and I felt high on my control over his desire right then.

So I worked him achingly slowly for a long few minutes. Until his breath was coming in short, shallow little huffs and his hand was tightening on my hair.

Only then did I start to suck him harder and faster, my head twisting as I moved, tasting his desire in my mouth as his labored breathing was disrupted by increasingly rough groans and curses.

Suddenly, his hand yanked hard at my hair, making little sparks of pain shoot across my scalp as he pulled me back until his cock slid from between my lips.

He didn’t let up, and the pain had me moving as he was silently directing until I was straddling him again.

Leaning forward, his lips took mine.

Hard.

Deep.

Bruising into mine.

His free hand went to my ass, dragging me against him, and the feel of his cock against my cleft had a long moan escaping me, my thighs shaking with the effort not to just lift up and take him in. Like both of us were aching for.

Sensing my desperation, likely feeling it himself, his hand released my hair as his body shifted, allowing him to reach into his back pocket to grab his wallet.

He fished out a condom, and as I leaned in to nip his earlobe, he made short work of protecting us.

Both of his hands went to my hips, dragging me against him again, then rocking me against him until I was drenching his hard length with my need.

“Let me feel you,” Levee groaned, his hands sliding to my ass, sinking in, as I shifted up, positioned myself, then slid down onto him.

His sharp exhale was overpowered by my deep moan as he slipped into me, stretching me inch by inch, making me his.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I took him to the base, needing a second to adjust to the feel of him, the depth of him.

His fingers tightened on my ass, but he didn’t try to make me move until my own need became too strong to ignore.

I rode him slowly, caught up in the sensation of him moving in me inch by delicious inch.

But it wasn’t long before the coiled need in my core had me riding harder, faster.

His hands made me take him faster still as our breathing went shallow, as sweat started to slick our bodies.

The orgasm came on slowly, then all at once, making me choke on a moan as it slammed violently through my system, deep, hard pulsations of pleasure that had my whole body shaking with their intensity.

“Fuck, baby,” Levee groaned, rocking his hips up to me when I couldn’t even think of moving by myself anymore.

I collapsed into him, spent.

But Levee wasn’t done with me. Not yet.

He pushed me off onto the side of him, then rose up, getting onto his knees as he turned me, pushing me up onto my knees, then bending me over the arm of the couch as he moved in behind me, then slammed deep.

My lips against the arm of the chair muffled my cry as he filled me again, the new angle making his cock slide against my top wall.

He moved with slow, deep thrusts at first, giving my body a chance to both recover and rekindle with need.

As soon as my hips were rocking back into him, though, his hands sank into my hips, pulling me back against him as he thrust. Harder. Faster.

My moans, his groans, and the sounds of our bodies crashing together filled the apartment, reaching a fever pitch as Levee got me right at that precipice again.

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