Page 106 of Passed Ball

My fingers are still cool from the strawberry and I swipe them through her searing center. Shivers rack her body when I push inside, slowly stretching the wall of muscle that's pulling me in.

"Your cunt is already begging for more."

"Yes. More." Her head lolls to the side.

"If I put my mouth right here"--I press my thumb firmly on her sensitive bud--"are you going to make a mess all over my counter?"

"Definitely," she murmurs, so breathy and distracted that I'm not even sure she knows what she's saying.

I can't help it. I chuckle against her apex, making her cry out.

"Your mouth--the things it does to me should be illegal. I want to keep this mouth forever."

She's babbling now, lost in the moment, but I covet the words she's giving me too much to stop her.

With my fingers inside of her, I press towards her belly button at the same time I clamp down on her clit. Each stroke against her front wall makes her glazed pussy drip, leaving a mess all over my face and counter as I drive her higher. "Get there for me, sweetheart. Give me your first one. There are so many more coming--lost time and all." Trembling, her thighs bump my shoulders, trying to close on me as she gets closer. The wet sound her pussy makes as my fingers continue to fuck her makes my cock swell even more.

"Stay open," I demand.

"Can't." She hums. The one word followed quickly by my name--sweet and broken, spilling from her lips. "It's . . . so much pressure. Oh god. I don't think . . ." Her words dissolve into a deep moan.

I work her harder, her hips nearly lifting with each jerk of my wrist. Her breath comes faster until the grip she has on my hair bites painfully. She could pull it all out and I wouldn't give a fuck if it meant my lips were on her sweet cunt.

"Xavier. Shit. Oh my--fuucck." The word is drawn out as her walls seize around me so tight that they almost force my fingers out. I keep stroking her until she's shaking under me, soaking the counter with her release.

It's filthy and beautiful all at once.

Her grip on my hair loosens and she lets her arms drop to the counter. She's sweating and breathing hard, her body lax from the potency of it.

"Did I just--shit, what a mess," she groans.

"Fuck yes, I'm covered in you."

"Oh god." She covers her face, already flushed from her release.

I pull her hands away, standing from the stool and pulling her with me so we are face to face.

"Nothing--no onehas ever turned me on more. You hear me?"

"That wasn't on the list." She laughs, a little manically, as she buries her face in my shoulder.

"It would have been a fucking travesty not to cross that off now that we know you can do it."

Once she's steady, I lift her from the counter, letting her feet land on either side of mine before spinning her around, pinning her hips between me and the counter. Pressing between her shoulder blades, I ease her forward, loving the way her body shudders when her skin hits the slick counter.

"Why is it so hot?" She turns her head, finding me over her shoulder.

"What?"

"This--all of it. You still fully clothed. Me lying naked in my own cum."

"Because it's messy. It takes away all of your carefully constructed control and puts me in charge." I pull my shirt over my head. "You get to be unapologetically yourself, and no one but me gets to see you like this, do they?" My belt clanks as it comes undone and falls to the floor with my pants, punctuating the question.

"You know they don't," she whispers, her sparkling greens eating up every inch of skin I give her.

My dick springs free, happy to be released from the confines of my briefs and aching to be inside her. I'll never get my fill of looking at Vivienne, especially when she's exquisitely bare for me.

The brush of my dick against her ass has me gritting my teeth when I lean over her, covering her back with my front. It's insane to me how deeply affected I am by her. No one else has ever made me crazy like this. It's borderline embarrassing how quickly she makes me fall apart.

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