Page 41 of Happy Endings

How I’ve missed hearing her come.Andre lapped until the tremors in her body subsided, his hands holding her steady on top of his bar. Each gentle touch elicited a delicious gasp or moan.

Watching and feeling her body trembling as she came—hell, it was fucking hot. His cock, still in his jeans, was painfully hard.

“Are you ready for me, Trixie?” he cried out, voice hoarse.

“Yes.”

“Can you stand? Or lean against a barstool?” He remembered how intense orgasms left her boneless.

“Barstool,” she whispered.

He helped her slide off the bar. She bent over the stool, baring her ass to him. Trixie steadied herself, then spread her legs apart. She had opened herself to him. Offered him the gift of herself.

“Fuck me, Andre.”

Heat flared through him. He reached over the bar and grabbed a condom. This time it would not go to waste. Andre hastily unbuttoned his jeans to free his cock. Pre-cum glistened in the semidarkness of the room. Condom rolled on, he pressed his cock at her entrance.

“Andre,” she cried. “Now!”

He pushed into her slick heat, her tight muscles drawing him in. Her body was so soft, so hot. He could stay inside her forever.

She wiggled her ass and arched her back. He took a deep breath and grabbed her hips with both hands.

“You need to stop that unless you want this to end quickly,” he said through gritted teeth.

Her ass stilled, but her inner muscles continued to torture him. Unable to hold off any longer, he withdrew slowly until only his head was inside her. Trixie whimpered. He thrust back into her.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” she cried out.

His body took over as he thrust again, burying himself deep inside her. Her muscles fluttered around his cock. He’d forgotten how well they fit together. How she stretched to take in his full length. How fucking good it felt.

Now he had her back. He would pleasure her—no, fuck her until she came so hard, she couldn’t think straight. To make up for all the orgasms he’d failed to give her the two years they’d been apart.

“So. Close,” she panted.

He needed to see her eyes when she came. He’d missed it the first time. He wanted to look into her eyes as pleasure overtook her. She was so fucking beautiful when she came.

Bodies still connected, he walked them backward until a dining chair hit the back of his legs. He fell into it, pulling her down with him.

“Turn around so I can watch you come.”

She disconnected from him only briefly, but the seconds felt like hours. Straddling him, she eased herself onto his cock, now slick with her juices. Trixie closed her eyes and sighed as they became united again.

“Open your eyes, babe. Let me see them when you come.”

She gripped the back of the chair. Her mouth fell open as she began riding his cock. Her head fell back as, groaning, she slid up and down his length.

He slipped his hand between their bodies. She pressed her mound onto his fingers until he found her swollen clit. Her muscles squeezed tighter, pulsating around his cock. She was close. So was he.

“Trixie,” he cried out. “Look at me.”

She snapped her eyes open.

“Come, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

Trixie cried out and rode him harder. Grinding against him, her eyes never leaving his. Feeling her convulse around him as orgasm overtook her.

Eyes locked, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her one, two more times. She grinned through her euphoric haze and kissed him. Tongues intertwined, she ground her hips and twisted her body, drawing him in tighter. She screamed into his mouth and came a third time as he exploded inside her.

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