Page 12 of Jack Frost
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, it’s for you.”
“Good,” I say, pushing hard against her clit. I can feel her pussy tightening up around me, and I grab her ass with both of my hands. With one swift movement, my hand raises and comes down hard on her ass, gently massaging the stinging red flesh.
“Oh!” Caty moans, the sound bouncing off the walls of my room.
“Touch yourself, baby,” I command her, her sweet ass moving in front of me.
“What...what do you want me to do?” she asks quietly, her hair falling down in waves toward her face.
“Touch yourself. Now.”
She moves her hand down between her legs, and I can feel her there, playing with her clit.
“I want to fucking see that pussy,” I say, pushing her down by her shoulders, my cock falling and rising from deep inside, her tightness spreading around me. I can barely see her in the dark room, but I shift so that we’re bathed in a stream of light coming through the window.
“It feels so good,” she moans. “So big.”
“That’s right,” I growl, “now show me how you come on my cock.”
Her hand moves faster and my cock plunges deep inside as her pussy spasms and shakes around me, her sweetness pouring out and covering my cock with her fucking loveliness.
“Yes!” She moans. “Yes. That feels so fucking good.”
I can’t hold on anymore, and my cock sputters and explodes with her, buried and hidden deep inside.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. All of it. Take every last drop of it.”
She pants and moves from me, taking that sweet pussy away. Collapsing onto the dark navy blue sheets, she smiles sweetly and puts a hand over her eyes.
“You’re okay, I’ve got you.” I rest my elbow down next to her and wrap my arm around her body, holding her close. Pushing my head down into her neck, I breathe her in. “You smell like a fucking candy cane.”
“It’s my shampoo,” she says, grabbing a lock of silky hair and letting it slip through her fingers.
“Nice,” I say. “I want to smell that again soon.”
