Page 61 of For The Weekend
“Oh yeah. Okay. Right.”
I roll my forehead against hers. “I haven’t had sex in a long time either. Almost two years. I was tested after, and all clear.”
“Me too,” she says against my mouth. And then, “Two years? Wow. I feel like you should be having a lot more sex. You’re depriving the population. You could probably make good money doing OnlyFans or?—”
“Eloise.” I hold her at arm’s length, and she stops.
“Hm?”
“I mean it, I love when you talk, but I plan on fucking you so hard, you can’t.”
She opens her mouth, I suspect to let another train of thoughts loose, but she nods instead, stuttering, “Uh-huh. Yep. Okay. Got it. Good.”
“Good.” I wipe my hand over my mouth, biting back my laugh.
This girl. Drives me wild.
With nothing left to say, I flick her bra off her, releasing those big beauties and immediately lower my mouth to suck on each one. They’re heavy in my hands, with big pink nipples, and I lick at them until she’s digging her fingernails into me, hips restless and searching, and I can’t leave my girl wanting. So I drop her underwear to the floor and grip her ass in both my hands, pulling her fully against me, and she rubs herself on me like a cat.
Practically purring in my hands.
I grunt my approval and roughly nip at her bottom lip, tugging on it, and she hisses but doesn’t back down or back away. No, she wraps one of her legs around my thigh, and I can’t help myself. I need to feel her, remind myself of how sweet she is.
I glide my hand between her legs, dipping my middle finger into her, only up to my first knuckle, teasing her. She exhales a soft, “Please, daddy.”
Fuck. She can blow me away with those two words. Yeah, I’ll take care of her. Yeah, I’ll be her daddy.
“You want to come?” I grate out against her chin. “You want to come on my fingers like a good little girl?”
She nods, whimpering, and I spin her around, facing the mirror, both of us in the reflection. I take in all of her, every single one of her curves illuminated by the soft glow. She’s a vision, all silky skin and warm shadows, her breath coming in quick pants. Standing behind her, I band my left arm aroundher torso, playing with her nipples, and loop my right arm around her hips to give her what she wants.
This time, I slide two fingers over her clit and curl them into her, finding her wet and hot and already gripping me tight. When I do finally fuck her, I’m gonna explode. And fast.
For now, I concentrate on making her feel good, on enjoying the show.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice a low rumble against her ear, and her pupils are so big, there is almost no green left in her irises as she watches us. As she watches me fuck her with my fingers.
I lick the shell of her ear, and she shivers, her skin pebbling. I twist her nipple hard, and she bucks her hips back, grinding against my cock. “Yeah, you like that. You’re gonna look so good riding me.”
She lolls her head back to my shoulder, but I shrug, forcing it up. “Look, Eloise.”
She licks her lips, and when she dutifully focuses on my fingers thrusting in and out of her, I leave a wet kiss on the nape of her neck before skimming my hand up between her breasts to lightly wrap around her throat. “You look good with my hands on you.” I stroke the swollen spot inside her, and she cries out, squirming in my hold, so I tighten my grip, keeping her eyes on mine, my hand angling her head up. The tattoos on my fingers spelling out my last name are on full display, like it’s hers too, and I like that idea.
Lovethat idea.
“You look so pretty with ink,” I murmur into her ear, hitting that spot again, her pussy clenching my fingers like a vise. “You think so too, huh? You like my hand around your throat. Maybe your first tattoo should be my name here.”
She shudders, her breath hitching, close to coming, and she has trouble not closing her eyes, so I squeeze. “Open. Watch.”
She does. She keeps her eyes open and watches as she comes, heaving out a sound that’s completely untamed. Unselfconscious.
There is no worrying when she’s with me. No thinking. No anxiety about not being good enough.
Because she’s perfect. She’s beautiful and bright and pure sunshine.
I turn her around, wasting no time, kissing her, my tongue in her mouth, my wet fingers gliding all over her. She’s as voracious as I am, no time needed to rebound. She wants more.
She wants it all, her arms around my neck, stretched up on her toes, her naked body completely aligned with mine, and my cock aches.
