Page 15 of Axe
My fingers circled her pussy, finding it drenched. I couldn’t wait another minute to feel how fucking tight she was. My finger pushed into her with an unforgiving force. Her body trembled as a strangled moan escaped her throat.
My palm worked her clit as I pumped my finger in and out of her. Without warning, I added another finger. Her eyes were heavy and I could see the smallest flicker of blue peeking out at me through the narrowed slit. She tried to fight it, but her body couldn’t. For some fucking strange reason, she was loving this and trying to prolong the end.
Well, shit.
Her juices soaked my hand as her hips started to rock against my fingers.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.”
Her whole body shook and I was worried that her legs would give out on her. Her pussy tightened and quivered against my fingers. It wouldn’t be long now. She was hot as hell right then and I couldn’t seem to look away. I wanted to take in everything. The way her breathy moans filled the air. Her sex hazed eyes. The blood pulsing in her neck.
It was all too much. My dick strained against my zipper and it throbbed intensely with the need for release. I knew I wasn’t going to get that though, and I was just going to have to push away the strong urge to bury myself inside her.
Her hands left the wall, one gripped on to my bicep, her nails digging into my skin. The other clutched the wrist of the hand I had buried inside of her. I could feel her nails tearing my flesh and it only made me pump harder and faster, but she wasn’t trying to pull me away. It was more like she was holding on for dear life. I focused on her, trying to distract myself from reaching down and grabbing my dick to relieve some of the pressure.
Thoughts of painting her with my cum came to mind and I’d be damned if it didn’t make me feel like I was going to blow my load right there in my pants.
“Oh, God!” she cried out and literally cried with it. I watched as her eyes squeezed shut, so tight that it forced the tear to slip down her cheek.
I couldn’t help myself, watching it fall felt like such a tragic waste. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I leaned down and licked against the fallen path. The saltiness hit my tongue, igniting a fire inside me that was uncontrollable. My fingers slowed their pace but continued to thrust in and out of her as her cream coated my hand and her orgasm waned.
I had never been so turned on in my entire life. I wanted nothing more than to relive this moment over and over again for the rest of my life.
Her eyes opened to look at me. I pulled my fingers out, trailing her cum up her stomach as my hand slipped out of her pants. I wanted to suck her sweet honey off of my fingers. I wanted to know if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. But I didn’t, because I couldn’t let her know how much she affected me. I couldn’t let her think that this meant anything, even if it was by far, the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had. That was saying something, too, because I’d had quite a few of them.
So instead of licking myself clean, I wiped my hand on the leg of my jeans and stepped back like the whole encounter didn't mean a fucking thing to me.
“Now, you’re going to talk, bitch. And don’t fuckin’ try to lie to me,” I said in her ear.
Then I turned, walked over to the couch and sat down like I didn’t have a care in the world or the most painful hard-on ever. I didn’t have my eyes on her, but I knew I didn’t need to. Her son was upstairs and that meant she wasn’t going to try to run.
