Page 18 of If I Had More Time

Flashes of Tristan’s mouth game surfaced causing my body to jerk every time I felt Alex’s flesh glide across my clit. But then knowing how different Alex handled me would replace those same thoughts and have my body tense up to keep from cummin’ so quickly. Two different vibes but the same dangerous technique. I was putty in their hands.

“So fuckin’ sweet. Damn, beautiful.” One of many compliments. He wasn’t going to stop until it was time for me to walk away. He wanted me to know what he thought of me every time he opened that pretty little mouth of his.

“Make me cum, Alex,” I moaned. I was already on the verge, and I was sure he could sense it. My body always told on me.

“Don’t tell me what to do, gorgeous. I know what this pussy needs.”

Fuck. I forgot how well he talks.

His tongue dipped in and out of me going back and forth between my opening and asshole. He ate with no complaints and held me around my waist while doing so. His dick was still felt along my breasts and as tempted as I was to top him off, I keptmy hands and mouth to myself. My marriage was worth more than a gift.

“Alex,” I moaned needing him to stop eating for his pleasure and make me cum already.

“I know you want to cum.”

“What’s taking so long?” I inquired.

I was shut up as soon as he zoned in on my clit. With a thumb in my ass and his lips holding my pussy hostage, I wasn’t going to do anything but cum. His tongue flickered up and down my pearl at a fast-paced seconds at a time before he slowed down and sucked on me like I was a straw. He repeated that motion until my body was quivering beneath his touch. All of my juices exuded onto his face and chest. This was what I begged so politely for.

He reached for the condoms that sat on the table by the fruit. I laid them out before the massage even got started. I knew what I was coming to do. I watched him intensely as he opened one and slid it over his manhood. I brought my pussy down to his hardened shaft and eased myself down into his lap.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered as I hit the base.

“You feel so much better than my wife, beautiful.” He was shameless as hell to tell me such things, but it wasn’t the first time he’d done so.

I knew I did and that wasn’t because I was told. It was just the confidence in me. I had my husband ready to kill over me. It wasn’t hard to guess what he would lose his freedom behind. Women came a dime a dozen but a bitch that held it down with a gold mine between her legs couldn’t be replaced.

“Tell me something I don’t know, Alex.”

With my hands above my head, I grabbed a hold to the bar that held the canopy up. I was on my tip toes moments later bouncing in his lap while his dick disappeared like clockwork between my slippery walls. His hands found interest in mybreasts, and I couldn’t say that it didn’t add to the euphoric feeling that coursed through my canvas.

Light kisses were placed on my spine each time I came down. His low groans were pushing me over the edge and all of his low pleasurable remarks. Expressing yourself was the quickest way to get me to show you how much it was appreciated.

“Mhmm. That sweet ass pussy getting wetter and wetter.”

“I can feel your veins, Alex.” They massaged my walls effortlessly making this entire sexcapade a gratifying one. Satisfaction filled me up the second I allowed him to enter me.

“And what they doing for you, beautiful? Huh?”

Assistance was given every time I came down on his wood. The stings from the slaps he rained down on my ass hurt so good. I’d yet to have my eyes open completely. He felt too good to take in anything else but him.

“Making my pussy very happy,” I voiced as he his hands found my breasts once more.

“You should see how good you look in my lap. It’s a sight to fuckin’ see.”

I was sure it was. My husband made the same comments whenever I rode him. I would’ve been a girl so deep in this shit and so lost at the same time if I didn’t have a husband like mine who already reassured things for me. There wasn’t a thing Alex could say to me that Tristan hadn’t already. Compliments as such only stroked the ego my husband helped build.

My walls began to contract around his shaft as my stomach grew tight. I was seconds away from my own waves crashing. Alex held me down with his hands gripping my waist tightly. He’d laid back fully and positioned himself to drill me from underneath. I guess he didn’t want to be left behind.

“Ooouuuushit! I’m cummin’,” I cried out as he repeatedly knocked against my g-spot.

“Who doing that for you?”

“Fuck! Yooouuuuu,” I moaned as that gut wrenching orgasm rushed through me.

Alex was right behind me as I felt his dick twitch alongside my walls. It was something about making a man nut that caused my entire being to be at peace.

While he sat up, I fell forward with his wood still implanted in me. He felt damned good. There wasn’t a lie to tell regarding that. “You fuckin’ right it’s me.” One last slap was administered to my left cheek sending that sting through me one final time.

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