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He turned her around and bent her over the hood. He pulled her panties to the side and ran his finger along her pussy.
“Look how wet you are already? Did thinking about how you want me to fuck you turn you on this much?”
Talia moaned as he circled her clit. “Yes, baby.”
“You even dressed for the occasion to take my dick right now,” he teased as she heard the zipper on his pants. “So from behind or with my hand around your neck while I give you deepstrokes,” he said, running his dick along her pussy. “I can give you both.”
One of his hands slipped around to grab her neck as he pushed into her. Talia moaned at the delicious stretch she felt each time he opened her up. His other hand gripped her waist as he settled to the hilt.
“You always feel so good around me, baby. This pussy was made just for my dick.”
His words caused her to tighten around him, as they felt like a caress to her clit, and she was sure if he kept talking to her, she’d be able to cum before he even started fucking her.
“Baby,” she started, grinding against him, and causing him to groan. “Give me what I asked for.”
“So impatient,” he replied in a teasingly chiding voice. He pulled out slowly, and thrust back in just as slowly.
Talia whined because he knew exactly what she was asking for. “Slate, stop teasing me. Fuck me.”
His hand tightened slightly around her neck, and she moaned in response. “Such a greedy little thing.” He pulled out and gave her a hard thrust. “So demanding when you want this sweet little pussy fucked. When you want me to make you cum all over my dick.”
She moaned in response, and he set a pace to give her what she wanted. Every thrust pushed deep, brushing against her G-spot each time. He leaned down and spoke against her ear.
“Is this what my baby wanted?” Talia nodded in response, and Slate gave her a hard thrust. “Come on, gorgeous. Use your words and tell me,” he demanded. “Unless this isn’t what you want,” he teased, hips slowing, and she almost felt frantic that he would stop.
She tightened her pussy around him, drawing a moan from him. “Yes. Yes, it’s what I wanted. Please don’t stop.”
His pace picked back up, and Talia could feel her orgasm building, brewing in the pit of her stomach as pleasure coiled tight, preparing to release.
“Baby, I’m going to cum,” she announced.
“I know. Be a good girl and cum for me. I gave you what you wanted, so the least you can do is reward me by drowning my dick.”
It only took a few more thrusts before Talia came, his name echoing through the garage as it tumbled from her lips. Slate continued to thrust into her.
“If you get any wetter, I might actually think you’re going to drown my dick,” he moaned, his pace picking up as he bent his knees attempting to fuck into her as if it were possible to get any deeper than he already was.
Talia took every thrust, allowed them to punch moans from her lips, and several minutes later when she was on the brink of cumming again his thrusts became disjointed, and she knew he was close to cumming too.
“Yes,” she moaned as she came again.
She reached back and placed her hand on his abdomen, pushing him back.
“Talia,” he said in that voice that always had her weak in the knees, that he used as a command in the bedroom. She turned and squatted in front of him, taking his dick into her mouth, and down her throat. “Fuck,” he moaned, hand coming up to cup her face. “You want me to cum in your mouth?”
Talia hummed around his dick and felt it twitch in her mouth. He only had to thrust three times before he was cumming.
“Let me see it.”
She slowly pulled off his dick and opened her mouth, showing him. He ran his thumb along her cheek, eyes dark as he watched her, and her pussy subconsciously tightened.
“Show me how perfect you are and swallow for me.” She did, and he took her chin and guided her to her feet. Slate kissed her, and when they pulled apart, she took his hand and led him out of the garage and to his en suite to start round two.
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“Baby, your phone is ringing.”
Slate heard it. He’d heard it the first time it rang, too, but had ignored it. He figured someone might be calling to ask him if he could cover a shift. The last thing Slate wanted to do was take on a shift for someone on Sunday, but he owed Carie for taking shifts for him the last couple of times.
