“You are everything to me. I only want to bring you pleasure,” he groans into my ear as he thrusts into me.

He’s so hard and thick. I work my hips, enjoying the way he fills me. As if he isn’t already pushing me to the edge, he palms my breast and pulls my nipple into his mouth.

“Yes, Michael, yes,” I cry out.

My walls begin to tighten around him, but I’m not ready for it to end. Lifting up, I then climb from his lap and drop to my knees. I need to have him in my mouth.

He groans and drops his head back against the window as I take him in deep. Reaching for my hair, I move it out of the way as I keep sucking. His moans make me excited.

I’m bringing him pleasure. I’m undoing the man before me. A man I know is powerful.

“Sim, baby. That feels so good.”

I work him with my hands and mouth happily. I never want to stop. He gathers my hair into his hands and begins to pump his hips.

His silky hardness in my mouth makes me want to ride him again. Feeling all that power inside me is so thrilling. I take him as deep as I can and hold him inside my mouth.

“Holy fuck, Symphony,” he hisses out.

I don’t stop until I begin to choke. My eyes begin to water, but I can’t get enough. I want more. I want him to come in my mouth.

However, Michael has other plans. He pulls from my mouth and lifts to his feet. Then he lifts me to stand and shifts our positions until I’m in front of the bench and he’s behind me.

Pushing me down with a hand in the center of my back, he then enters me from behind. I grasp at the pillow of the window seat and hold on tight as I cry out his name.

“You like the way I fuck you, Symphony? Do you miss my cock? Do you regret leaving me?

“Your pussy is so wet for me. Are you keeping it tight for me? When I come for you, will you still be mine?”

I pop up from my sleep and look down. My vagina is throbbing. I can feel that I’m wet.

I can’t believe this has happened again. It’s the third night in a row. I palm my forehead and groan.

“How long am I to put up with this?” I say into the empty room.

Michael

“You feel so good, cara. Sing for me. Let me know how good it feels,” I demand as I fuck Symphony from behind.

I have her bent over the piano as she takes me. Looking down at her smooth brown skin, I lick my lips. The ripple of her ass as I thrust into her has me growing harder.

“You feel so good. I don’t want you to stop. I never want you to stop,” she sings out.

My heart swells. How can I not love this woman? She fits me perfectly.

The grip she has around me have my eyes crossing in my head. I want more. I need more. I can’t get enough.

Reaching for her breasts, I hold them as I thrust into her harder. She begins to scream my name as she throws her head back. Leaning over her, I take her lips for a hot, passionate kiss.

She whimpers into my mouth as her sex clenches around me. Bending my knees, I begin to thrust deeper. The sound of our skin slapping echoes through the room.

I’m getting closer. Her tight pussy is going to make me come. Moving my lips to her shoulder, I nip at her sweaty skin. Kneading her breasts, I then begin to play with her tightened nipples.

“Michael, please. Yes, I want more. Please,” she pleads.

“I will take care of you, bella. Just keep taking me.”

Her legs begin to shake as she lifts onto her toes. I lick the sweat from her back, moving to her neck. I bite her earlobe and growl as she comes around me.