Page 29 of Mensa's Match

“Yes! Don’t stop, honey. I’m so close.”

He sucked her clit for a moment, pulled away, but left his fingers inside her. “How close?”

“Very,” she growled. “If you hadn’t stopped.”

He grinned. “Good.”

With a curl of his finger, he found her g-spot, began stroking, and went back to eating.

His girl did not lie. He set her off moments later, and lapped up her orgasm with gusto. She tasted better than any woman he’d ever had.

His balls ached and he shoved his boxer-briefs off. In a fluid motion, he rose to his knees, lifted her hips, lined himself up, and pushed in to the base.

No whimper this time, she cried out, “Oh God.”

“Quiet, baby.”

He leaned forward, and savored the experience of being fully-seated inside the woman who drove him crazy. Centimeters separated their noses.

She stared up at him. “I haven’t even come down yet.”

“Even better because I want to feel you come again on my dick.”

Her chuckle forced her pussy to clutch his cock tighter. He hissed at the sensation.

“Sorry, bad boy, but I’m not sure that’s in the cards seeing as how I just came. I’ve never had a double.”

He laid a hot and heavy kiss on her, stroking in and out gently. On an inward thrust, he pulled his lips from hers. “Tonight, that changes.”

He withdrew, pushed up on one arm, used his other arm to hike her leg up. The new angle felt so good he almost blew. Once he had that under control, he checked off one fantasy by fucking her hard, dominating her sweet body and watching a second orgasm come over her. Feeling that sweet pussy milk his cock was pure icing on the cake.

She raised her hips to meet his thrusts and her hands dug into his ass, her nails stinging his skin.

“Shit,” he hissed, feeling the tell-tale sensation in his balls.

Moments later, he came inside her with a long groan. His arms gave out. She took his weight without any complaint, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“Yeah… we definitely did that,” she muttered.

He laughed.

She brought a hand up to his cheek, guiding his face to hers. He shouldn’t have let her do it, but once he was close enough, she kissed him.

Still inside her, she took her time while taking exactly what she wanted from the kiss. It hit him that letting her take control would be just as satisfying as dominating her.

He’d just come hard, but hell, if he didn’t feel like he could recover faster than usual.

Dammit. What was she doing to him?

She ended the kiss by softly brushing her lips against his. He rested his forehead on hers, his eyes closed.

“That was… that was something else,” she whispered.

He opened his eyes. “Yeah. You want to clean up? Or do you want me to bring you a—”

Her eyes went wide. “I can handle it. If you let me up, big guy.”

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