Page 73 of Eyes in the Shadows

I spit in my hand and palm myself, rubbing it along the hard length. Then, I line myself up and drop to my hands, which puts me only an inch or so above her. I feel her body jolt as she wakes up underneath me from the disturbance, and I slide my arms up next to hers to hold her wrists.

“Don’t be scared. I’m just going to fuck this tight little pussy, darlin’,” I say into her ear.

“What?” The sleep-fueled confusion is heavy in her voice. “Mac?”

I nudge the tip of me against her entrance and she breathes in sharply. “Gonna fuck it because I can. Because it’s mine. Right, baby?” I ask, showcasing willpower of fucking steel, not just ramming right in. I still want to give her one more chance to kick me off before I penetrate.

“Mac,” she sighs and presses back against me. “I was dreaming that you were here…”

That’s good enough for me. I curl forward, sliding in easily. She cries out at the feel and I grit my teeth. It’s so fucking good. Her body is warm and loose from sleep, her cunt is tight and hot. It hugs my cock, envelops it, sucks it as I pull back. Even more than usual with her legs together like this.

She wriggles a little in my grip, trying to hug the pillow closer, and as closely pressed as we are, it jostles my body too. She moans, dragging in breaths that are musical and needy. Between those sweet noises and the added tightness of this position, it’s almost too much.

“Look at you, taking it like such a good girl,” I grit out into her ear. She whimpers.

“Mac… it’s so deep, I’m so full…”

I release her wrists to get better leverage, pulling up a little to thrust harder. “You like me using you like this? Using this pussy?” I ask through my teeth, my breath coming faster now.

“Yes,” she moans back immediately. “I love it. Please use me… it’s yours.”

My dick twitches on its own, independent of the thrusting, and I nearly blow, hearing the words on her lips.Yes. Fuck yes. Mine.

“After I’m done, I’m going to leave my cock inside you all night. Can’t let any of that cum go to waste; gotta plug it up.”

Her cry is louder this time, a mixture of shock and pure arousal as my words hit home and turn the dial up on the stimulation in a way she wasn’t expecting. I pick up the speed, unable to speak as my muscles strain to match pace with my desire. I chase the orgasm, falling headfirst into it as it catches me off guard. My vision flashes red and white in the dark, I feel my whole body tense, and I spill myself deep into her.

As the feeling passes, I let my hips slow to a languid pace, fucking the cum back into her. She’s still breathing heavily, still writhing under me, still fucking me back as much as she can, like a desperate little thing. I know she hasn’t come yet.

“You want to come too, darlin’?” I ask.

“Yes,” she whines, adding as an afterthought, “please.”

“You know I love it when you beg, but you can do better than that,” I taunt.

“Please, please… I need to come. Please can I come?”

Goddamn, my dick is already getting hard again. There’s just something about how much she wants it, the intensity, the lack of shame. I start moving, thrusting gently, shallowly. Her pussy is a damn vise, gripping me so tight in spite of the extra lubrication inside her. Knowing that she’s full of my cum, that she’s going to take another load…

I reach for her breast, the one mostly hanging out of her shirt, and pull the pajama top down. She gasps as I grab it, massage it, roll the tip between my fingers. I kiss the shell of her ear as I do, licking along the curve of it the way I want to lickthat tight bud between her legs. Focusing on her helps keep the second orgasm at bay for now, and I do love the way she responds to it all.

There’s no way for me to get to her clit from this position, so I rear back and sit on my knees. I give the round globe of her ass a little smack and she jolts. “Move your leg up, baby, like how it is when you sleep.”

Our legs switch position, until I’m between hers. Staying a bit more upright, I’m not completely surrounding her like before, but I can still fuck her nice and deep and reach around her leg in the space by her hip to give her exactly what she needs to get off. She’s so wet—so many fluids—my fingers glide over the nerves there. She grinds against my hand, using my fingers for her pleasure much the same way I’m using her pussy for mine.

I rub circles, letting her hip movements set the pace, and find a good counter rhythm with my own hips. It’s amazing how slick that smooth skin can become, almost slippery, and so firm. It’s pulsing with desire. She cries out and pushes hard against my fingers. I feel her clench around me and I have to grit my teeth against my own creeping orgasm. She rides it out, wailing in her pleasure, lost to the world around her.

She’s still shaking when she begs, “No more.”

Some nights, I don’t let her decide that. Tonight, I want to come inside my girl again, pull her into my arms, and sleep with my cock warm between her legs all night. So, I move my hand away from her overstimulated clit, and use it to grab that perfect handhold below her waist to give myself leverage. I thrust hard, enjoying the feeling of bottoming out, and after a few more minutes I’m succumbing to the pleasure again. My balls tighten—the second load is usually smaller—and my skin prickles. This time, there’s a roaring in my ears and my thighs start shaking with the effort of holding myself up over her.

With a final grunt, I relax onto her, rolling off to the side before giving her my full weight. I hook my arm around her waist to pull her with me. She wriggles to settle in, and I close my eyes, exhausted and satisfied.

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Mac

I’m left with the satisfaction of a well-executed plan

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