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I suck her other nipple into my mouth, rolling over it with my tongue. I play with her tits until she’s withering underneath me. Cupping them, I lick, suck and nip. Man, I want her riding me with these in my face. Just as I think it, I flip her over. She squeals as I roll onto my back and she’s now on top. I cup her face, bringing her to meet me as I lean up, and we’re all tongues. I finger her pussy as she moves back and forth, and she’s so fucking wet. Jesus Christ. My dick weeps, begging to be inside, but her making the moves has me so fucking turned on, that now we have to role play that situation.
“Fuck me,” I tell her. “Sit your tight little pussy down on my dick and ride me.”
“Oh, Dylan,” she moans when I nip her bottom lip.
“You’re gonna be screamin’ ‘ohDylan’in a second,” I promise.
“You’re so good with that tongue.”
“And you thought I wasn’t verbose.”
“I stand corrected.”
She fondles my dick, stroking me as I hiss, watching her hot little hand work my cock. “That’s it baby,” I encourage. “Squeeze the fuck out of me.”
“How does it feel?” she asks, looking from where her hand is working, to my face.
“Fuckin’ amazin’.” I grip her hair with one hand. “Ride it.”
“I thought you were supposed to be shy here, baby?”
I fucking love it when she calls me ‘baby.’ A slow smile spreads across my face. I kiss her chastely, then her jaw, then her neck. I cup her tits, squeezing them as I lay back onto the pillows. “So do it,” I say, my hands resting on her hips. “Do what you want to me and I’ll act… what’s the word?”
“Demure?”
I squeeze her sides, and she laughs. “Funny.”
She’s still stroking my dick and I’m not sure how much more I can take. Her naked on top of me with her gorgeous tits in my face is a sight for sore eyes. Her body is so fucking perfect. She may have wide hips and a tummy, but I love that the stretch marks there mean she fought for something. She brought a child into the world and scarified her body in the process. Something about that kind of confidence has me thinking all kinds of crazy things; like kids and what that would be like. If she made me a father… No, I can’t even.
And that isn’t fair. For all I know, Erica may not want more kids. Olive is fourteen, that’s a pretty big age gap.
I watch as she maneuvers, then my tip is at her entrance as she holds me at the base. Oh, this fucking woman. The determination on her face has me ready to flip her over, but this is her show, and I made a promise.
As she slides down onto me, I groan. “That’s it, baby, take all of me.”
“So big,” she whispers. “Oh, god, Dylan.”
I press up onto my elbows to watch myself disappearing inside of her. She moves so slowly that it’s intoxicating. I’m big, and she knows it, this is why it’s her show.
When she’s finally sitting on top of me and I’m all the way in, I shove in just another inch and she jolts, crying out as she presses her hands onto my chest. I want to coax her. I want to move her hips, show her how to do it, but she starts to lift off, and I watch in fascination.
“Ever done it like this?” I grunt.
She shakes her head, then sinks back down.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Fuck, baby, look at how good your pussy takes my cock, watch what you’re doin’.”
She does, then I grip her hips and help her up and down, slowly, surely. Erica squeezes her eyes shut, drinking in the pleasure as I lay beneath her in awe.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” I tell her.
“I-I love you, Dylan,” she whispers.
My dick hardens, my balls drawing tighter. “Say it again.”
“I’m in love with you.”
“Again.”
