Page 92 of The Way We Win

“Your body is so beautiful,” he groans, moving from one breast to the other, tasting and savoring me.

My fingers thread in his hair, and I kiss his ear, his temple. “I love the way you love me.”

He groans, lifting his face and pulling my mouth to his. We kiss once, twice. Our eyes meet, and his are so deep, so full of unspoken words.

“Stand up.” It’s a low order, and I’m quick to obey.

I’m ready to do anything he says.

“Pull down your pants.”

Again, I do as he says immediately. I start to take off my underwear as well, but his hands catch my wrists.

“Stop.” It’s just above a growl. “I didn’t tell you to take them off.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Take out my cock.” Excitement flares in my core, and my eyes go to the hard muscle hidden behind thick cotton.

I start to kneel, but again he stops me. “On your feet.”

Chewing my lip, I bend forward, tugging the waist of hispants lower so his penis rises from the fabric, long and throbbing. I swallow the ache in my throat, and when I look up at him, he’s still watching me.

“Straddle me, and put my cock in your pussy.”

I climb onto my knees above him, lifting him in my hands. Guiding him to my slippery core. He lifts his hand as well, moving the crotch of my undies to the side.

I put his tip right at my entrance, and his hands grasp my ass again. “Slowly.”

Another whimper aches from my throat as I follow his order. Every ridge, every line and vein stretches me, filling me completely.

My eyes lock on his, and they’re so dark. His lips part, and he exhales a groan when I sit flush against his body, taking him fully into mine.

“Fuck,” he hisses, reaching for the nape of my neck and pulling my mouth to his.

My shirt is still over my bare breasts, and he squeezes my ass as he bites my bottom lip.

“Ride me, beautiful girl. I want to watch your beautiful tits bounce as you come apart on my dick.”

“Oh, God,” I whimper, lifting up on my knees and watching his eyes fixate on my body.

I’m an exhibitionist, a lap dancer. I roll my hips, arching my back and doing my best to get him off. I twist my hardened nipples, lifting and dropping, feeling like a queen, feeling powerful and free.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “So beautiful… fuck, you ride me so good.”

His voice is low and growly, and his words send flushes of warmth through me. His hand moves from my ass to between my thighs, finding my clit and massaging it forcefully.

“Oh!” I yelp.

I’m already on edge; the orgasm I’ve been coaxing twists tighter, hotter at the base of my stomach. I rock my hips backand forth, and he massages faster. I’m getting so close, when I feel his other hand slide around to my ass.

My stomach twists as he runs a finger up and down, getting closer, until he slips one into that tight hole. Another yelp, and I start to come. My thighs tighten, and I’m practically jumping on his cock.

He groans, and I feel a second finger slip inside. The ball of tension tightens so hard, I scream when it bursts into sparkling waves of ecstasy.

I grip his shoulders as my muscles jerk me forward. I moan and cry, and he holds me by my ass, moving me faster over his cock. He speaks dirty words, words of desire and darkness as he groans, working out his own orgasm.

I’m fluttering and pulsing, drawing him further into my depths as his mouth latches onto my breast, pulling and sucking my nipple. Then all at once, his back arches. He drives deeper into me, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close as he finishes with a shout.

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