Page 62 of Icy Pucking Play

My cock springs free, hard and aching. I wrap my hand around my length, stroking slowly as she watches.

“Does this count as a bad thing?” I ask, smirking.

She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving my cock. "Maybe," she says coyly.

"Just maybe?" I guide her hand to my cock, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. She squeezes lightly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive ridge. I groan, my hips jerking forward.

"Definitely," she breathes, looking up at me through her lashes.

I lean down, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. She strokes me slowly, her hand twisting slightly as it moves up and down my length. I can feel my orgasm building already, but I don't want to come like this.

I want to be inside her.

I break away, gently removing her hand from my cock. She pouts slightly, but I just smile, reaching down to grab my wallet from my discarded pants. I pull out a condom, tearing open the wrapper and rolling it down my length.

Sophie watches me, her eyes wide and hungry. "Hurry," she whispers.

I don't need to be told twice.

Then I’m stepping between her legs, guiding the head of my cock to her entrance. She's so wet, so ready for me. I can feel her heat, her tightness, as I slowly push inside.

"Fuck, Sophie," I groan. "You feel too good."

She moans softly, her head falling back as I fill her completely. I give her a moment to adjust, my cock throbbing inside her. Then I start to move.

I thrust into her, slow and deep, feeling her tighten around me. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, urgingme deeper. I can feel her nails digging into my back, her breath hot on my neck.

"Harder," she whispers. "Fuck me harder, Evan."

I growl, my hips snapping forward as I give her what she wants.

I fuck her hard and deep, my cock pounding into her as she cries out my name. The desk creaks beneath us, papers scattering to the floor.

I can feel her tits bouncing against my chest, her nipples hard and tight.

"Touch yourself," I demand, my voice rough with need. "Make yourself come for me, Sophie."

She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She slides one hand between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. She rubs herself in quick, tight circles, her breath coming in short, sharp slices of air.

"That's it," I growl. "Come for me, Sophie. Let me feel you come all over my cock."

She cries out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits her. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, her wetness coating me from the very base to the tip of my throbbing dick.

And I fuck her through it, my own orgasm building with each thrust.

"Evan," she gasps. "Oh God, Evan, I'm coming..."

I groan, my hips moving faster, my cock driving deeper. I can feel my release building, everything in me ready to explode.

I'm so close, so fucking close...

And then I'm coming, my cock pulsing as I spill into the condom. I thrust into her, riding out my orgasm as she milks every last drop from me.

When I finally go still, I'm breathing hard, my heart pounding in my chest. Sophie looks up at me, her eyes soft and sated.

I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Well," she says softly, her gaze scanning my face. "That was certainly... professional."

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