Page 62 of Pretty Please Me
She collapses beneath me as her heavy breathing starts to slow. My lips come crashing down on hers as I lick and suck, starving for more. My hand moves to the back of her head as I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back. I nibble and kiss her throat, savoring her scent of vanilla and citrus and something unique to her.
“I should really stop. I don’t know if you’re ready for all of me. I don’t want to hurt you,” I say more to myself than to her.
She takes my face between her hands. “No. Please. Sam, I’m begging you. Please don’t stop.”
“Fuck.” I groan and tighten my grip around her soft hair. In one swift motion, I flip her over onto her knees. Then I kick off my underwear, my cock achingly hard as I maneuver myself to her entrance. “I’m going to try to go easy on you, but I can’t make any promises.” I slap her ass, and she arches her back, pressing her pussy into me as I thrust into her.
My vision blurs as white-hot pleasure squeezes me from every side. I blink several times, urging my soul back into my body as I take her in deep, slow thrusts. “Holy shit, baby, you’re so tight.” I groan, gripping her hips as I drive into her.
I knew the sex would be good with her after we first kissed, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this. I feel like I’m toggling between earth and somewhere unknown, where the only thing that exists is pleasure. I slide my hand up her spine, damp with perspiration, as I fuck her hard burying myself inside her again and again.
A tingle builds at the base of my spine as pleasure spreads through every nerve in my body. It’s almost too much, but I’m not ready for this to end just yet. On my next thrust, I push her back so she’s face down on the sofa with her ass up, and she lets out a muffled scream. I reach around and squeeze her bouncing tits, and the sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air. “That’s my girl. You take me so well. So obedient, letting me fuck you however I want.” I slap her ass and make her whimper as she turns her head to the side.
I notice her biting her lip and follow her eyes to our reflection in the glare of the black TV screen. She’s watching us fuck.
I gather her hair in a ponytail and wrap it around my arm as I pull her back up on all fours, then grip her face and turn her toward the TV screen. “You see something you like?”
She gasps as I stare at our reflection, positioning her so she can see herself as I drive into her harder and harder.
“You like watching yourself getting fucked, don’t you, baby? You look so fucking beautiful on all fours. Your tits pressed together and your ass out as I fuck you. Your pussy is so wet for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Fuck, Sam.” she cries, and just like that, I come undone. The sound of my name on her lips as she moans her orgasm is my complete undoing. Warmth pools at the base of my spine as I grip her hips, and bright light flashes, my orgasm exploding in pure ecstasy. She moans, her pussy squeezing painfully tight as I empty myself into her.
“Holy shit.”
She collapses beneath me and shivers as I gently pull out of her and move to the floor, so we’re face to face. The realization of what I just did comes crashing down on me as I’m suddenly able to think clearly for the first time since we started this.
I push her damp hair away from her forehead. “Sweetheart. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She laughs. “No. You didn’t hurt me at all. You were perfect.” She offers me a sleepy smile.
“We’ll see if you still feel that way tomorrow. Come on.” I stand and lift her from the couch, cradling her against my chest. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I walk us to the bathroom and shut the door with my foot, setting her down on the toilet. “You need to pee so you don’t get a UTI.”
“Sam!” she shrieks, covering her face in embarrassment.
“Stop being embarrassed. I had my finger in your ass earlier. I’m not grossed out by the sound of you peeing,” I tease.
“Oh my God. I think I may spontaneously combust from humiliation.”
“If you don’t hurry up, you’ll leave me no choice but to punish you…” I warn. Then I turn around to give her privacy, busying myself as I adjust the shower temperature. The damp air fogs the bathroom as I let the hot water wash over me, and a minute later, I feel Maggie’s arms wrap around my chest as she presses her body into me.
I spin around and pull her flush to me, guiding her underneath the shower stream, so she isn’t cold as I kiss her soft and slow. I pour shampoo into my hand and move to wash her hair when she pulls back in confusion.
“What are you doing? I can do that myself.”
I ignore her protest and massage the shampoo into her hair. “I know you can do it yourself, but Iwantto. I want to take care of you.” I hold the nape of her neck as I move her back under the warm stream, rinsing the shampoo completely. Then I repeat the process, combing the conditioner through the ends of her hair.
She grabs the soap and lathers it in her hands before rubbing it down my back. “Magnolia,” I warn, but she just gives me an innocent smile.
“What? Maybe I want to take care of you, too?” Her hands work the silky suds over my chest, and I let out a frustrated grunt when her slick hands grip the base of my cock, which is already rearing for round two. “There seems to be something else on your mind besides bathing me…” she whispers as she strokes me.
“Are you trying to kill me? Is that it? Or did you get a taste of something you liked?” I groan as she works me, but I only let her have a few strokes before pushing her back up against the cold tile wall and wrapping her legs around my waist as I drive into her.
“Ok, my greedy little slut. You can have one more round, but then you’re going to let me bathe you like a good girl, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers. Her moans of pleasure echo through the hot, steamy bathroom as I lose myself to her for the second time tonight.
