Page 30 of His Little Spitfire

He curses under his breath when I drag one of my hands down his stomach. Following the dark patch of hair below his belly button, I spread suds toward his cock. Watching him through my eyelashes, I wrap my fingers around his erection and give him a squeeze.

The way he thrusts into my grip is enough to make us both groan. My pussy clenches in jealousy, and I can’t stop the next smile from slipping through.

“Needs washed if you want it anywhere near me,” I murmur as I begin to stroke him. Feeling his racing pulse against my fingers encourages me to grow bolder.

Urzo groans softly before planting his hand on the wall to support his weight. Forgetting all about my hair, his face pinches in concentration. Between us, he watches as my hand moves. His jaw flexes as he tries to hold back any moans.

I want to make this man feel good. I want to watch him unfold and fall apart. Like a brick wall craving in.

With my other hand, I cup his balls and give them a light squeeze hoping to do something.

His eyes flash, and the growl that leaves his lips makes my knees wobble. Just when I think I’ve done something wrong, he groans my name before spurts of white hit my stomach. I watch in pure fascination as I milk his cock of every drop of release.

Against my tanned skin, the white practically glows. Unfortunately as it is, the shower stream doesn’t take long to wash it away.

Before I can even feel victorious, he’s dragging me back to the water to wash the shampoo out of my hair.

I’ve never seen this man desperate before, but he’s in a rush to get out of the shower.

With what he looks like he wants to do to me, I’m just as impatient to do the same.

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Urzo

I’m insane for this woman.

I can’t think until I’ve left a trail of water leading from the bathroom through the bedroom. The carpet is wet, and so is our bed, as I all but throw her on the blankets.

When Icanthink, the only thing happening in my head is the need to claim her. Despite already being mine, I need a reminder. I need it as much as I need another taste of her.

Eliza’s smiling, knowing damn well what she’s done by giving me her touch. Now I’m left crazed, starving for her.

As soon as she’s on the bed, I’m right with her. Spreading her thighs apart, I’m lapping at the drops of water on her skin. Finally making it to her pussy, I’m drinking in the layer of slick collecting her on folds.

“Urzo…” Moaning my name, her hips lift and she grinds her pussy against my mouth. Her salty tang is just what I need for my cock to come back to life.

If she thought making me come would be enough to leave me satisfied, then she’s got another thing coming. The only thing to leave me sated is leaving her cunt filled with my release. Until then, she’s got more coming her way.

As she pulls at my wet strands so let up a little, Ican’t. Like a starved man, I lick deeper until my tongue can’t possibly reach further in. So fucking sweet and salty.

Once I’ve got her panting, my tongue swipes along her slit, reaching her swollen bud. A little annoyed that I found release before her, I press the bud between my lips and suck hard enough to make her cry out.

So bundled up and sensitive, I can’t even get my fingers inside of her before she’s clenching up.

Cursing between gritted teeth, a whimper follows next as she arches against the bed.

I’m a bastard, pushing two fingers into her fluttering walls. The slickness makes it easy to thrust them in, feeling each squeeze in waves. Having already memorized what spots make her fold, I curl my fingers and don’t let up.

Hearing her choke on her breath, her thighs jerk with her hips, and right after one powerful orgasm thrashes through her, a second follows.

“You can’t… do that.” Panting as I lift, she shakes her head as she blinks.

Crawling up her body, I leave a trail of wet kisses. Memorizing what every dip, every curve, feels like beneath my lips, I soon find hers.

“I will always return the favor,” I tell her before my hips grind against hers. “Even if it means keeping you on this bed all day, I’ll do it.”

She’s so sensitive, twitching as I grind against her and coat her release all over my cock. Instead of shying away, she takes my words as a challenge. With shaky legs, she lifts them before wrapping them both around my hips. Doing the same with her arms, she tugs me down and tastes herself on my tongue.

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