Page 51 of Father of the Bride

“Mmmmm….” She moaned. “Need what?” He grimaced as she arched into his touch, her head tipping back as pleasure consumed her.

“I need this pussy,” he said. “Every day.”

He thrust into her from below, matching her cadence, creating a delicious push and pull between them.

“I’d be a happy man if I could come home to this,” he groaned. “Your pretty pussy waiting on me at the door.”

Their bodies moved in a perfect, sinful rhythm, skin against skin, breathless gasps filling the small room. His hands moved to her ass, guiding her to undulate harder against him, needing the friction. Craving it. Overdosing on it.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured, escalating to a moan when she tightened around him in response. “You gripping the hell outta my dick, you know that?”

Her head was back. Eyes closed. Lips parted. When she didn’t respond, Mark squeezed the flesh at her hips.

“Nah. You gotta look at me while you ride this dick.”

Still no response.

Mark tightened his grip on her hips and flipped them over as she gasped for breath and held onto his back for dear life.

“Open your eyes.”

She listened this time, but he almost wished she hadn’t. As soon as those eyes locked on his, heat simmered through his veins, his dick pulsing deep inside her as he fought to maintain control.

“I wanna hear my name when you cum.”

She smiled, breathless as she said, “Bold of you to assume I’m gonna cum.”

He slowed his strokes, settling into a leisurely pace. Her teasing didn’t bother him, but he did feel like he had something to prove. He, too, had evolved. Learned. Improved.

He, too, wasmore.

“You’re ‘bout to cum right now,” he said. “You think I can’t feel that?”

Her eyes rolled back, but she forced herself to stay focused on his face.

“Good girl.”

“Feel what?” she asked, panting.

“The tremors in your walls.” He kissed the tip of her nose, thrusting harder. “That grip got tighter. Pussy got wetter. The way you keep holding your breath.”

She gasped as he pounded deeper.

“I’ll show you,” he murmured. “Gimme your tongue.”

She didn’t stand a chance against his kisses. They’d always been her weakness. Her undoing. All the begging Kez did to get her to give herself to him junior year wound up being completely useless. It was the kisses that swayed her.

She stuck out her tongue. He sucked it into his mouth. He kissed her hard. He kissed her deep. He lifted her leg, hooked it over his arm, and plunged nut deep into her pussy. After just a few soft strokes of his tongue and rough strokes of his dick, she exploded, wailing into his mouth, her body shaking relentlessly.

Mark broke the kiss, eager to see her face, needing to know what she looked like cumming on his dick.

“Kez…oh my God. Yessss…”

Another momentous occasion.

And she looked, well, fucking delicious. She felt even better. And with his job done, for now, he released her leg, kissing down her jaw as she came back down to earth.

“I’m gonna pull out,” he murmured. “Tell me where you want it.”

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