Page 72 of Sully

“Eight,” I agreed, lips curving up as my hand slipped up her thigh, then pressed between her legs.

Her legs shook at the barely-there touch, and I was reasonably sure that eight was a pretty damn conservative goal.

“You’re gonna give me one just like this,” I told her, my lips at her neck as my fingers teased up her cleft to work around her clit, but not quite making contact. “Sound good?” I asked even as her hips started to work in little circles, impatient.

“Yes,” she sighed as my lips moved up her neck toward her ear.

I kissed down her jaw before sealing my lips to hers to swallow her moan as my finger finally made contact with her clit.

It wasn’t long after that.

She was too needy, too far gone.

I didn’t even get a chance to slip my fingers inside her to feel the pulsations before her body was tensing, her thighs shaking, and the orgasm was pulling her under over and over again.

Before she could fully come back down, though, my fingers were slipping into her tight pussy, using the heel of my hand against her clit, knowing it was likely too sensitive to keep circling it just yet.

It wasn’t long before she was rocking against my palm, before she was whimpering against my lips, her hands scratching down my back.

Her hand tried to slip between us, tried to grab my cock and give me the same sweet torment I was giving her.

But I had a goal in mind.

And, damnit, she wasn’t going to distract me from it.

“Not yet,” I said, biting down hard on her lip, loving how her pussy tightened around my fingers at the little slice of pain.

I worked her relentlessly until I felt her tightening, then spasming around my fingers as she choked on a small moan.

I was down on my knees before she could even catch her breath again, guiding one of her legs over my shoulder to open her up to me.

My fingers stayed inside her as my tongue worked her clit. Between how wet she was, and the shower water cascading down her and onto me, I was at serious risk of drowning. Not that that was going to slow me down, though. Not when her hips started to writhe, riding my face as I worked her.

The third climax pretty quickly followed.

“I… can’t,” she panted afterward, her inner thighs shaking so hard that I wasn’t sure she was going to stay upright.

She was probably right when it came to her clit. She was going to be way too damn sensitive to keep working her.

But we were nowhere near done.

“Sure you can,” I countered. “Right?” I asked as I kept her leg around my hip while I stood, spreading her enough to press my cock against her cleft.

Her head fell back against the wall with a needy sound that damn near made me take my eyes off the prize right then and there.

“Sully, please,” she moaned, fingers digging into my ass as she writhed.

I didn’t need more than that.

I reached for the condom, slipped it on, yanked her leg up high, then surged deep inside her.

There was no teasing them.

Just a fast, frantic pace. Her loud, constant moans. The scrape of her nails. The nip of her teeth on my shoulder. The squeezing of her pussy around my cock just before she came once again.

There was no letting her come back down. Not now.

I slid away, grabbing and turning her, then slamming back into her from behind, her throaty moan making me need to press my head against her shoulder and take a few deep breaths.

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