Page 139 of Petite Fleur

I pull my finger from her and slowly push a second into her, feeling her tighten around me until I ease my pace to keep her comfortable. “Please.” She whines.

I grin down at my girl, leaning in until I can lightly kiss her lips. "You're going to cum all over three fingers, then I'll fuck you, okay?" I taunt, kissing her lips again.

My girl lifts her hips, meeting the small thrusts of my fingers. "Please, I need you." She whines.

Slow it down, Leon.

Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum.

The dishes need washed, we’re running low on laundry soap, and I need to find somewhere to take Maeve for the fireworks.

Fuck, none of it is working. My cock is fucking dripping precum as I watch my girl twitch and scream at the feeling of my fingers.

“You’ll get me when you do as you're told, cum on my hand, ma fleur.” I demand.

I slowly work a third finger into her, having to bite harshly on her nipple when she whines and her thighs tighten around my waist at the discomfort of being full.

I kiss up her chest until I can bite down on her neck, then her jaw, and finally, I can kiss her lips. I feel her walls tighten around me, and her arms band tightly around my shoulders to hold me against her; a breathless “please” comes out of her mouth as I fuck three fingers into her.

“Mmm, that’s it; show me how beautifully you cum.” I say against her lips.

I reach with my thumb, flicking the little piercing through her clit and rejoicing in the feeling of her entire body twitching in my grasp and her warm cunt finally clamping down around me.

Fuck, my Maeve is beautiful when she cums. I admire her while she falls apart. Her mouth slightly parts while the sexiest fucking sounds come out, her eyes close, her hand clasps around mine, and her chest rises and falls rapidly as she gasps. I even see goosebumps pebble her nipples.

I could absolutely watch this goddess fall apart forever.

"You think you're ready to take my cock, ma fleur?" I ask her when she's a little more calmed down from her orgasm.

There's an impressive wet spot on the sheets, my hand is fucking soaked, and her cunt is glistening. It's a stunning sight to see. "Yes. Please." She moans breathlessly.

Yep, I could absolutely get used to my girl begging me to fuck her.

I slide my arms up under her legs, hanging her knees over my forearms. "We're going to go nice and slow, okay?" I ask, staring down at my gorgeous girl. I grip my cock in one of my hands, stroking down my length.

Fuck, I need her.

I line the head up with her, gliding across her wetness a few times. Every time the head rubs against her clit, she whines and lifts her hips in hopes that I'll finally push into her.

Maeve huffs, putting her hands into her hair while staring up at me. "I need you." She moans.

I think my cock just got harder somehow.

Fireworks, laundry soap, dishes.

Fuck! It’s not working.

Electroshock therapy, rising gas prices, oatmilk.

Okay, that’s better.

Once I find the will to calm my cock down, I slowly push into her and groan at how amazing she feels and the fact that she’s already clamping down around me.

I do shallow thrusts, trying to ease her into it and coat my cock in her arousal, but she starts to struggle around the same place she always does, halfway in.

I grip her hips tightly, squeezing her soft and warm flesh in my hands while keeping her legs nice and open for me. “That’s it, you’re doing so well. You feel so good, ma fleur; keep on going.” I encourage.

I keep going, slowly sinking into her until I’m finally fully seated, and she seems to have adjusted to the fullness. “You should see how beautiful you look taking my cock. Fuck, ma fleur, we need to put a mirror on the ceiling.” I tease while I slowly fuck into her.

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