Page 12 of Frog Hog

He sets me on the floor, his chest still rising and falling. He looks like a warrior who just fought a grave battle. Maybe he killed a few people without even using a weapon. “Go get dressed before I slide those little white panties aside and fuck you over this couch. How’s that for intensity?”

“I’m in control. Got it?” I ask. “You don’t move a fucking muscle.” I tilt my head to the side.

He’s wary, but he nods his understanding.

We’re inches apart, but his hands are by his sides. I take his right hand in mine and guide it between my legs. The white, scanty lace is soaking wet. He’s watching his hand through narrowed eyes as I use his fingers to peel the fabric aside and use two fingers to stroke my clit.

His fingers twitch and I know he wants to take control. “Don’t move,” I say, although it comes out more like a moan, because his fingers are warm and the sensation of his bare skin on my pussy is heaven.

Closing my eyes, I pull his fingers closer and let one of them slide into my slick opening. I’m so ready to fuck—for his dick to pierce me and grind into me until I lose my mind to an orgasm so intense, I won’t be the same for hours after.

Hutch groans and adjusts his cock using his free hand. Then, as if he can’t control the impulse, he unbuttons and unzips his pants to let his huge, monster cock spring free. He strokes himself at the same pace as I’m fingering myself with. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”

“The same thing you’re doing to me,” I gasp, breaths shallow as I use my own wetness to rub my clit once again. My head falls, my chin to my chest.

“Look at me or I take my fingers away,” he orders. I comply because I want this orgasm so badly I’d do anything he said. I’d sell my first born. I’d ask the garbage man to borrow his cock for a moment or two to have this orgasm. It’s the point of no return.

Hutch’s face is a vivid, complex mask of lust and control. I see the second he snaps. His teeth clenched he flips his hand so two fingers are inside me and his thumb is attacking my clit in a harried, blissful assault. His two fingers rub my g-spot at the same time and less than ten seconds later, I’m coming—a screaming, blubbering mess of weakened muscles and clenching pussy contractions, and tingling thighs and breathless surrender.

He leaves his fingers deep inside me as I come down from the furious high. “You moved a muscle,” I say, leaning my head against his chest. I peek down and see him stroking his cock.

“Because I wanted to feel yours around me. You’re tight. It’s going to feel amazing when this is inside you. When I fuck you you’re going to squirt all over me. Trust that,” Hutch says. “You’re my girlfriend now.”

A giggle escapes. “That only happens in pornos, Hutch.”

He lifts my chin with a wet, sex scented finger. “Go get dressed. I guess we’re going to make a squirting porno atMadea.” He zips his pants, a signal that he doesn’t want me to suck him off right now.

Clearing my throat, I say, “I think that would make her proud, and I can’t wait to see you try.” Backing away from him, I leave my panties pulled to the side. His gaze is focused there, and who am I to deprive the man of the sight of a wet vagina. He obviously has some energy to burn off after his work trip and I’m the lucky recipient.

His fists bunched by his sides, I turn to head into the hallway. “You’re not going to see me try. You’re going tofeelit.”

Fuck me rotten. I’ve just entered a goddamn porno and he just called me his girlfriend.

I’ll die a happily sexed woman.

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