Page 59 of Chasing Amber

“Am I?”

She lifts her hips, driving me deeper. “I want to watch you come this time.”

“You didn’t see me come last time?” I tease.

She shakes her head. “I was blissed out.”

I chuckle harder, shaking both of us as my dick stiffens inside her. “Baby, you willalwaysbe blissed out when I come.”

“Nuh-uh. Not this time.”

I give her a slow smile that grows by the second. “Oh, baby… You don’t understand how this works.” I arch my hips forward, grinding the base of my cock against her clit.

She gasps. Her eyes start to glaze already. She grabs my biceps and grips them hard with every finger. “Isaac…”

I lift my upper body enough to bring my lips to one of her breasts. This time, I do not simply flick my tongue over the tip. I suck her nipple into my mouth and then keep sucking as if I could draw from it.

The tension drives her wild, causing her to buck and squirm and moan.

When I release her nipple, I have an evil idea. “I bet I can make you scream harder than before.”

She narrows her gaze at me, panting. “That won’t be difficult since I didn’t scream the first time.”

I give her a sardonic laugh. “Oh, baby… Challenge accepted.” I drop my mouth to her other nipple and double my efforts. When my girl finds out what I’ve done to trick her, she will blush ten shades of red. I can’t wait.

After suckling her fucking hot tits until both nipples are extended and swollen, I grind my cock into her again, watching her face so I’ll know when I’m making the right amount of contact against her clit. Instead of pulling out so I can thrust into her over and over, I’m content driving her mad.

She pushes playfully against my shoulders. “You’re cheating.”

“How am I cheating?” I chuckle. I’m so fucking glad she can spar with me while we’re in bed. I love that she can maintain this banter with my cock buried inside her.

Her eyes roll back. “I don’t know… You just are.” She’s panting. Is she aware she lifts her hips and cocks them slightly every time I do the same so she can get the most friction against her clit?

The death grip she has with her heels against my thighs is all I need to know that she doesn’t want me to pull out. I hadn’t planned on it. I don’t need to. I’ve been so deprived that I can come from watching her come. It’s a wonder I didn’t earlier.

I continue to move my hips while I watch her face. “Give me your hands, baby.”

She’s breathing heavily. Her arms are shaking as she lifts her hands above her head.

I thread our fingers together and pin her to the bed. That’s all it takes to make her wild. Her whimpers grow louder, and her squirming grows harder to maintain.

I do, though. I keep her where I want her, pinned beneath me. My cock is growing, and it’s making her even more desperate.

“Isaac…” Her head rolls back and forth.

I could stare at her like this for hours, but I want to see her come, so I stop teasing with the occasional grind and tip my hips so that she’s subjected to constant friction against her clit.

Her eyes go wide, and her lips part. She tips her head back, lifting those amazing tits higher. Her heels dig into my thighs as she braces herself.

I rock forward over and over, giving her the pressure she craves. Fuck, she’s sexy.

When she finally comes, she screams as the waves take over and control her. Her body convulses beneath me. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I get to have this reenacted as often as I want for the rest of my days.

It’s a wonder I managed to keep from coming until she did, but as soon as she lets loose, I do, too, filling the condom once again as my cock pulses in rhythm with her orgasm.

I finally set my forehead against hers, panting. “Yeah, that was definitely louder.”

She smirks. “You can’t prove that.”

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