Page 57 of Double Play

I run my fingers over those nipples as they begin to harden, and she starts to squirm. I whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to finish what you started, sunshine?”

She doesn’t say anything, but she spreads her legs as wide as they can in this space, so I take it as an invitation and move my hand down her body. I trickle my fingers down her stomach and the softness below her belly button until I reach her center, sliding my fingers through her wetness until they brush by her opening. After I run them through her a few times, I slip two fingers inside her.

I have to take a few breaths to calm myself. She’s tight and soft and already squeezing me. Heaven.

She moans, “Oh god. That feels good. Go deep. I need it deep.”

I know she does, having learned that earlier today. I push in as far as I can go, and she flutters around my fingers. “I can’t wait for that to be my cock in there.”

She squirms, and breathes, “Me too. Make me come, Layton. I’ve been on the edge for hours. Today drove mecrazy with need.Youdrove me crazy with need. All day long. The dressing room wasn’t enough. I need more.”

“I feel the same.” I continue pumping my fingers in and out of her. With my other hand, I begin to circle her clit. She’s already sensitive and swollen, involuntarily jerking at first contact. She wasn’t kidding that she’s on the edge.

Her hips gyrate in rhythm with my fingers. She reaches her hand up to the back of my head, turns her face, and pulls my lips toward hers.

We kissed all day, but this somehow feels different. It’s not in front of other people. It’s not in front of the camera. It’s just me and her doing exactly what we want to be doing without any sense of urgency. We can do this all night if she wants.

Her tongue practically wraps itself around mine. Her hips fuck my fingers as hard as she can in here. Her back is rubbing against my cock. I need more. So much more.

“Oh god, Layton. Don’t stop. I’m coming.”

She sucks on my tongue as her body shakes into her orgasm. I hold her down through it all until it eventually begins to recede.

As soon as she’s done, she maneuvers her body around and straddles me. Her drenched pussy rubs all over my cock. Even in the water I can feel it. She mumbles into my mouth, “I want you. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

I need a condom, so I stand with her wrapped around me. Reaching for the big towel next to the tub, I dry us as best as I can in this position.

While kissing my neck, she points toward a drawer in her bathroom. “Condoms.” I walk over and open it to find a box of condoms. As expected, and much to my relief, it’s unopened.

I bring it with me as I walk us out to her bedroom. Her lips haven’t left my body for a second, kissing, licking, and biting every inch she can reach.

I hate to pull her away, but I’ve got plans.

I toss her down to the bed on her back. “Spread your legs for me.”

Her long, toned legs open wide. She looks like a goddess laying here naked, but I still need more of her.

“Wider. Let me see all of that pink pussy of yours.” I lick around my face. “I’ve been tasting it all day and night, dreaming of it. Of you.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she spreads them as wide as they can go. I slowly run my index finger up her inner thigh until I meet her center. Her body is shaking in anticipation. I slowly dip it deep inside her before pulling it out and bringing it to my nose. Inhaling deeply, I say, “You smell so good. It does things to me.”

I give that same finger a long lick. “You taste good too.” Then I rub it all over my scruff.

She lets out a small moan as she starts to reach for me, but I quickly slap her pussy with the pads of my fingers. She gasps in shock as she sinks back down into the bed.

Shaking my head, I say, “I’m in control. You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you. Tell me you understand.”

Her eyes widen but she nods.

“Good girl.”

I climb onto the bed and rub my cock through her dripping pussy over and over again, wanting her to feel every bit of my hardness for her. I don’t enter her, but I run it through her needy lips until I’m certain she can’t take it anymore.

She’s writhing, attempting to manipulate her body soI’ll enter her, but I pull back and slap her pussy again. This time much harder.

Her back arches and she grips the sheets. “Oh god, Layton.”

I can see her wetness pooling at her center.

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