Page 15 of Beneath the Flames
The occasional cheers and laughter of people having fun on the upper decks broke the heated silence between them and added to the scene.
Sir grabbed her waist and slowly inched the material of her skirt up with his fingers, inch by sexy inch. She was trembling in anticipation when the hem of her skirt finally crested the swell of her ass, exposing her to him.
“Perfection,” he murmured huskily.
Holding the dress up with one hand, he caressed her ass with the other, causing a new set of goosebumps to rise up on her skin.
“Are you wet?” he asked as he slipped his fingers between her legs.
Brie held back a moan when she felt his fingers glide over her wet pussy.
“You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
She nodded again, drawn into his erotic scene.
Brie gasped softly when he pressed his finger into her.
“Shh…”
She immediately pressed her lips together.
Sir pulled his finger out and leaned forward so she could watch as he brought his finger to his lips and sucked her wetness from it. He straightened again, and the butterflies started when she heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
“I need to know if you feel as good as you taste.”
Brie bit her bottom lip when the head of his cock rubbed against her pussy in the moments before he pushed himself inside.
“Fuck…” Sir groaned as he gave her a hard thrust.
Her body eagerly responded to his forceful penetration, demanding more.
“Hands back,” he ordered.
Brie immediately put her hands behind her back, and he tightly wrapped his hand around both of her wrists and bent her forward so he had full access to her pussy.
“Remember, not a sound,” he reminded her as he pushed her dress up higher and out of the way.
With her arms bound by Sir’s hand and his cock deep inside her, Brie was lost in a heavenly bliss. Grasping her waist with his free hand, he started to pound her, his strokes long and deep. She panted heavily, welcoming every hard thrust of his cock. He had managed to get her so wet that the slippery sound of their union filled the air.
Then he changed it up…
“That ass is so fine.”
Brie trembled in anticipation when he let go of her wrists and commanded in a low voice, “Hands on the rail. Press your body against the railing.”
Brie grasped the rail with both hands and leaned her torso against it. He hiked her dress even higher and stood back for a moment to admire her.
“Your ass is the finest I’ve ever seen,” he stated in a tone of reverence. Running his hands over her skin, he caressed her buttocks before lightly spanking them.
Leaning in close, he told her, “I want to feel the tight constriction of your ass around my cock as I come inside it.”
Brie let out a tiny gasp, desperate for that connection.
“You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?” he murmured knowingly.
She immediately nodded, giddy at the thought.
There was no need for extra lube tonight because she had made enough natural lube of her own. Sir rubbed his cock against her pussy, coating it in her abundant excitement. He then pulled back and grasped his cock, slowly pressing the head of it against her anus.
