Page 207 of Waiting Game

The orgasm is short and sharp, leaving me wanting more, with my pussy clasping hungrily at nothing as it craves the sensation of fullness I know only he can truly give me.

He urges me onto my back, sliding me down so that I’m resting on the mattress this time, except we’re lying sideways on the bed—better angle for the camera.

That he moved me, period, tells me that he’s been looking at the position of the phone and he’s thinking about what he wants to see in the future.

The prospect of that has me strumming a finger over my clit before I slide it along my folds and pump it into me.

“Ah, baby, that pussy’s so fucking hungry for me, isn’t it?”

My head rolls. “You know it is. I want your dick, Cole. Give it to me.” I glower at him when his dark laughter fills the space between us. “Now.”

His smirk is wholly satisfied, the epitome of smug, but I can’t get mad at him, not when he’s in possession of what I want the most.

I don’t even have the chance to squeak as he maneuvers me onto my front, flipping me over like I’m a damn pancake. That’s when he grabs me by the knees and ‘encourages’ me to spread my legs by maneuvering me around as if I’m a doll.

Still, I wriggle my butt for the camera, hissing when he slaps it. Then, the bed shakes as he surges upright.

I don’t have long to figure out what he’s doing because he crouches behind me, bends low and proves that his stamina is ten-out-of-ten strong because he pulls my ass cheeks wider so that the camera gets to see every inch of my slit, then he tunnels his dick between my folds until the tip prods my entrance.

My back bows when his thickness starts to invade me.

I’ve never been in this position with him before and it’s uniquely terrifying because I already struggle to take his dick, but this is even worse and yet, simultaneously, a thousand times better.

Groaning when he starts to fill me, I try to relax,try tobecause it’s impossible.

“You’re so fucking thick,” I sob into the sheets, my fingers dragging and tugging against the fabric for some semblance of a hold on them.

“Open up for me, baby. Look at this pretty little slit choking on me.” He starts to thumb my clit. “I can’t get over how fucking beautifully you take me, Mia.

“I want to watch this when I’m on the road and I want to jack off to the memory of sliding into you because no one welcomes me home like you do. This cunt is mine, do you hear me? No one can fill you like I do.”

“Cole,” I moan.

“Say it, Mia.” His thumb slides into my already straining hole, but he presses down and, somehow, it lets him thrust another inch into me.

I shriek at the crazy fullness then whimper. “No one fills me like you do!”

“That’s right, babe. This pussy’s mine, isn’t it?”

“It is,” I sob.

“It knows who owns it.”

I mewl as he tunnels deeper into me.

“Say it! Tell me who owns your pussy.”

A deep groan bursts from my very soul. “Youdo!”

That’s when he pushes in, impaling me on him as he drags the tender folds of my pussy apart in the best way possible.

My clit bears the strain as he starts to thrust into me, barely pulling out, keeping me nice and full. Then, he doubles down on his maneuvering—I can feel spit plop on my asshole, and, simultaneously, his thumbs do their damage.

One pops into my ass.

The other rubs my clit.

Ordinarily, I’d smack his hand for going near my butt—anything anal isn’t my thing. This time, I scream at the triple attack and bite on my sheets as he fucks me into oblivion.

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