Page 95 of The Situation
“No, don’t.Please.”
Dammit.
Her tits bounce as she arches her back. I grit my teeth, trying to think about something else.Anything else—something to put some distance between this little minx and the cum threatening to spill from my cock. But her little moans as she starts to climax make it impossible not to be in the moment.
I want to be here.I don’t want to miss a motherfucking thing.
Her head falls forward, and I capture her mouth with mine. It’s nearly as hot and wet as her pussy. My tongue glides against hers, coaxing her to relax and fall apart—to come on me.
I grab the back of her hair and tug. Her mouth leaves mine as she yelps, and I bend forward and bury my face in those perfect, teardrop-shaped tits.
My fingers dip into her ass, encouraging her to grind, before moving to her hips and pushing her down on me.
“Tate!” She yells my name as her body begins to shake, and her juices soak through my pants and slick my cock.
That’s the match that makes this explosion instantaneous … and uncontrollable.
“Fuck,” I groan, shuddering as heat shoots through my groin.
It’s too late to stop it, even if I wanted to.
She bucks against me, riding out her orgasm. I meet her thrust for thrust, working through mine.
My lap is soaked and sticky, and my skin is covered in sweat.
And the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is staring at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
For a moment, we just watch each other. Then, together, we start to laugh.
She falls against my chest, resting her head against my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
“I have to admit,” I say, my face flushing. “This is a first for me.”
“Yay!” She giggles, pulling back. She cups my face in her hands. “I don’t know how you feel about that.”
“Slightly embarrassed.”
She kisses the tip of my nose. “Don’t be. I’m going to be thinking about the fact that I made the great Tate Brewer come in his pants for years.”
I smack her ass just hard enough for it to crack.
“Hey!” She laughs again. “That was great. I needed that.”
“I’m glad.”
“But now I need something else.”
I brush her hair out of her face. “What’s that?”
“A piece of pie.”
“And here I thought you were going to ask to ride my face.”
Her eyes darken. “That’ll be dessert.”
“I thought pie was dessert?”
“You thought wrong.”
