Page 166 of Once a Month

“It’s fine. Make it better,” she orders.

I lift my hips up and down and up again.

“That!” she yells. “Yes! I’m coming.”

She holds on to my breasts and rides out her orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” I say because I’m coming, too.

“Does it feel good?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“Do you want to suck me now?” she asks.

“Oh, fuck!” I’m lifting and lowering her on my dildo now, pressing her down into the toy and against my clit, trying to prolong this intense orgasm. “God, that’s good,” I say.

“I want you to suck on my clit,” she says and lifts up and off me.

“Fuck, I was–”

Then, she’s hovering her pussy over my mouth, and I’m licking my lips because I want it so bad.

“Touch yourself while you make me come again,” she says as she lowers onto my face.

I suck on her instantly. She rocks. I move my hand inside the harness and stroke myself. I was so close to a second orgasm before; I know it won’t take long. She’s moving so fast and so hard that I can barely breathe, but I don’t care.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!”

I moan. She comes. Then, she comes down. I come hard, pressing my palm to my clit and massaging it to make it last.

“Did you come?” she asks, lifting off of me and rolling to the side.

“God, yes,” I say.

“Do you want me again?” she asks.

“Can I have you again?” I ask.

She’s on all fours now. I watch and lick my lips as she lifts her dress and shows me her sexy ass.

“Make me come fast,” she tells me. “I want it deep.”

“Fuck, I love my job,” I say, keeping up with our game tonight.

I move until I’m behind, positioning her hips right where I want them. Then, I fuck her. It’s slow at first, but it’s also deep because my girl loves deep. It doesn’t take her long – it rarely does when she’s this turned on. She falls forward, and I slip out. I look down at the toy and see how wet she is for me. I want her again but know she needs a break. She rolls to her side. I move behind her and press the toy between her legs because I love looking down and seeing it disappear between her thighs. I kiss her neck for a minute. Then, I nibble on it.

“Fuck! Don’t do that,” she says.

“Why?” I ask, smirking.

“Because I don’t want my fiancée to see any marks. Might give it away that someone else fucked me, don’t you think?” she says.

“I didn’t know you were engaged,” I lie, still smirking.

“Does it matter?”

“No,” I say.

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