Page 51 of Claiming What Is Mine

When she relaxes, Meredith props herself up on an elbow and pushes my head back. “Oh my God. That was so intense.”

I smile, pleased by the thought of bringing her pleasure.

“I want you to come now.” Meredith looks me in the eyes. “Please?” She bats her lashes innocently.

I sit up and wipe her juices from my mouth, then place my hands back on her hips and pull her to me. I hook her legs over my shoulders, allowing them to straddle my neck as I drive myself into her again.

“Oh yeah!” Meredith moans. “That’s it. Come for me. It’s your turn now.” She cups my pec with one hand, occasionally pulling at the chest hairs and tweaking my nipple.

“You want me to come? You want my load inside you? I bet, you do. You naughty slut.”

“Yeah. Oh fuck. I am a slut. I’m your slut,” Meredith howls. “Make me your slut.”

Those dirty words coming out of her are too much, I can’t hold back any longer. I squeeze her legs as I fuck her pussy like a mad man. Sweat rolls off my forehead and down my back. The sensation is amazing, but when I feel her walls grip my dick as she comes again, I lose control. My balls tighten, and I explode into her.

My pace slows, but I continue thrusting until she opens her eyes. She looks at me satisfied, with a smile on her face, and I collapse beside her on the bed. Once I’ve caught my breath, I place my arm around her waist. “That was amazing. I don’t know what got into you, but please feel free to go there again, anytime you like.”

“I will if you will.” Meredith’s chest heaves. “I’ve never…” her words trail off as she stares up at the ceiling. When her breathing returns to normal, she tugs at my arm, pulling me into her as she twists onto her side, and causing my limp cock to nestle comfortably in the crack of her ass as we spoon.

She yawns. “I’m sleepy.”

A nap sounds like a fine idea. “Me too, Doll.” I kiss her back, cup her breasts, and close my eyes.

A man could get used to this.

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