Page 162 of Duty and Desire
She rode him, slow and tortuous, so much of both, he needed to beg her to go faster.
But he didn’t say a word.
She drew his hand from her thigh to between her legs and he thumbed her clit.
After that, she rode him faster.
Fuck yeah.
When she fell forward to plant her hands on his pecs to ride him tough, Mo shifted his other hand around to her ass, clamped hard, the tips of his fingers pressing into the sensitive skin at the crease, and she made a sexy noise he felt sear through his balls and started bouncing.
That’s what he needed.
Mo encouraged her by squeezing her ass, rolling her clit and bucking up inside her.
He heard her breaths come short but fast, blending with his coming rough and deep.
Suddenly, one of her hands went up to grip the side of his neck, the thumb on her other hand dragged hard across his nipple, his balls drew tight, and he clenched his teeth in an effort not to come.
“Mo,” she breathed, and shot back, arching deep and riding untamed, bouncing with abandon on his dick.
Thank…
Fuck.
He clamped both hands on her ass, forcing her rhythm faster and harder, and thrust up into her as his cock exploded, his balls emptied, so did his mind. Everything that was him about his dick and his Lottie, and he was still coming when she collapsed on top of him, her body lax, her hips moving as he kept driving her down on his still shooting cock.
Eventually Mo settled.
Lottie was already spent.
They lay there, connected and silent, and caught their breath.
Finally, she turned her head and kissed the valley of his pecs.
Mo moved so he could wrap his arms around her. And there was so little of her, his arms so long, his fingers could grip his own flesh.
His sweet little Lottie.
“How you doin’?” he murmured, his voice still thick.
“Exceptional,” she replied, shifting to rest her cheek on him again.
“Sweet mouth,” he complimented.
“Thanks, babe,” she murmured, but he felt that cheek on him move with her smile.
“You didn’t kiss me either,” he noted.
He felt her body move with a quiet laugh before she said, “Yes, I did. Lots of tongue.”
There absolutely was lots of tongue.
Mo joined in her laughter before he pulled her off his softening dick and rolled her to her side.
He kissed the hair on top of her head and got out of the bed.
He adjusted his shorts and went to the bathroom, got rid of the rubber, grabbed one of Lottie’s thick, cream washcloths to wipe down his cock, rinsed the cloth out, washed his hands and went back to her.
