Page 137 of He Sees You
One hand slides between us, my thumb finding her clit—swollen, slick.
I rub it roughly, circles that match my thrusts.
“Come for me,” I order, my voice rough.
She shatters, her body convulsing, pussy squeezing my cock like it wants to milk me dry.
Juices gush around me, soaking my balls, dripping onto the table.
I don't let up, fucking her through it, prolonging the waves until she is sobbing my name.
But I’m not done.
Pulling out, I flip her over, her belly pressing into the wood.
The dress's skirt tangles around her, but I yank it higher, exposing her ass.
Round, firm, marked with faint bruises from before.
I spread her cheeks, my cock sliding along her slit before I thrust back in from behind.
This angle is deeper, her pussy taking every inch as I grip her hair, pulling her head back.
She pushes back against me, greedy for more.
I pound into her, my balls slapping her clit with each stroke.
The table rocks, scraping against the floorboards.
Her ass jiggles with the impacts, and I can't resist—my hand comes down, spanking her hard.
The crack echoes, her skin reddening under my palm.
She moans louder, loving it, her pussy clenching in response.
I spank her again, then again, alternating with thrusts that shake her whole body.
“Take it,” I grunt, my control slipping.
The pressure builds in my balls, hot and urgent.
Celeste reaches back, her fingers digging into my thigh, urging me faster.
I oblige, fucking her like an animal, raw and unrelenting.
Her second orgasm hits suddenly, her walls spasming around me.
That is it—I bury myself deep, roaring as I come.
Cum floods her pussy, pulse after pulse, filling her until it leaks out around my cock.
I hold her there, grinding against her ass, riding out the aftershocks.
We stay like that, panting, my body draped over hers.
The hallway is a wreck—table askew, debris scattered, our mingled fluids staining the wood.
Celeste turns her head, her lips curving in a satisfied smile. “Welcome home,” she murmurs.
