As I inhale, Courtney grips the hem of her skirt and lifts the fabric. Exposing her bare pussy.
Proving the cotton over my nose and mouth was just removed from her body.
I take another inhale, and precum drips from my dick.
My girl makes a sound, and I open my eyes.
I hadn’t meant to close them.
I curse when I see her fingers slide through her slit.
There’s no mistaking the glisten between her thighs.
I lower her panties and wrap them around my cock.
One hand grips the base of my dick tightly. The other grips the pussy-scented fabric.
And then I stroke.
I drag my fist up and down.
I watch her fingers push inside her entrance.
I watch her rub her little clit.
I watch her reach up and play with her tits through her shirt.
I watch her watch me.
I watch her get close.
And when I know we’re bothright there, I slide off the couch and walk on my knees toward her.
“You ready to come, my Little Worker?” I growl.
Courtney nods. “Hurry.”
As soon as I can reach her, I bend and lick up the length of her slit.
She cries out.
I do it a second time, but that’s all I can handle.
She reaches for me as I crawl forward on my knees and shove my cock inside her.
Her panties bunch at the base of my dick.
The fabric rubs against Courtney’s clit, and she throws her arms around me, pulling me close, as she comes around my length.
And I leave them there, panties wrapped around my cock, getting soaked by my girl, as I release deep inside her pussy.
Epilogue 2
Courtney – Eighteen months later
“Do we have to go?”Sterling grumbles against my neck, his body pressed against my back as I dry my hands over the kitchen sink.
I shake my head as I examine the new sparkly band tucked against my other sparkly band, only that one has a large square-cut emerald in the middle. “Sterling, it’s our wedding reception.”