Page 77 of Made for You

“Oops.”

I smack one ass cheek, causing a pink handprint to appear. The sight of it has me wanting to break the zipper on these damn pants.

This tux jacket cannot come off fast enough, unzipping my pants, pushing everything to the floor along with the jacket in record time. I slip off my shoes and step out of the pants, pushing my socks with them.

I stalk back to Violet, unbuttoning the last piece of clothing, a crisp white shirt with clip on bow tie.

Her other ass cheek is calling out for a matching handprint. That beautiful creamy skin on display is beckoning my hand. A loud crack fills the room along with her whimper.

I drop to my knees behind her, pulling her at the hips to bend her toward my face. I place soft kisses to the spots that are reddened from my touch. She wiggles under me, her hands reach back for me and I grip them, pinning them behind her back. She wasn’t supposed to move.Bad girl.

“I told you not to move. Stay just like this until I let you come.” Her body shivers at my words and I know she’ll be wet for me.

Ready to devour every inch of her, I push her thighs open, running my tongue along her slit, feeling her wetness coat my tongue.

“Always so ready for me.” I growl out.

“Please, I need to feel you inside me,” she whispers.

“Is that so?” I stand, bending her further.

“You want to come on my cock, beautiful?” I bend over her to whisper into the shell of her ear. The shiver her body sends out is the only answer I need.

Using the palm of my hand, I push down on her back, bringing her hips up to me where I want them.

I drive into her, over and over again. Harder, faster, then slower, savoring every inch of her taking my cock.

My fingers are digging into her hips, every moan from her drives me further to an orgasm. She’s getting closer herself, her fingers are twitching to move, to touch.

I need to see her face as she falls apart, flipping her over onto her back, I hover over her, driving my cock into her as deeply as I can with her legs around my waist.

“Rub your clit, beautiful. Let me see you touch yourself,” I grunt out.

She reaches down, just like I tell her to.

“Fuck.” I’m jealous of her touching herself. I replace her hand with my own and she places her hand back above her head.

I rub my fingers around her clit while pumping in and out of her.

“That’s it, beautiful, come for me.”

She finally let’s go, squeezing the orgasm out of me.

When she finishes, I finally pay attention to the fact that her dress is still across her body.

“How the hell is this thing still on?”

“Double sided tape. On my boobs.” I peel the edge of the dress back to see that it is in fact stuck to her skin.

“Don’t move,” I say.

I rush to the bathroom, getting a cloth with warm water and soap. I return to run the warm water along the edges of the sticky tape. Freeing her of her dress.

“Thank you,” she sits, leaning into me after tossing her dress off the bed.

I pull her to me and roll us onto the pillows.

“Did you drive here? Because I don’t think I have a car anymore,” she says into my chest.

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