Page 84 of Beneath the Hood

“Do you have any idea howsexyyou look right now?” I groan, my hips thrusting into my closed fist.

My words seem to spark her passion, and she lets out a moan, one of her hands leaving her breast and gliding down her stomach. My hand tingles with jealousy, wanting to feel her skin underneath my fingertips.

She slips beneath the waistband of her underwear, the outline of her knuckles highlighted by the way she moves them back and forth, touching herself.

“Fuck, Blake, does it feel good to touch yourself for me?”

She moans again, her breath stuttering while she nods.

My gaze is locked on the motion of her hand underneath the fabric. Her eyes flutter closed as she moves lower, and my body coils tighter.

“That’s right, baby, soak your fingers and then come give me a taste.”

The image of Blakely finger-fucking herself in nothing but her thong makes me pull my cock harder, tendrils of pleasure winding through my body. My balls draw up and I relax my grip, trying to stem the urge to shoot all over my hand before I’ve even touched her.

“Come here,” I say.

Blakely’s eyes pop open and she slides her fingers from her panties, sauntering over to me, an air of confidence surrounding her—something she didn’t have when we first came to the room.

Her middle finger is glistening with wetness and my mouth waters, my stomach squeezing with the need to suck it into my mouth and clean it of her juices.

She stops when she’s right in front of me, her body pressing against mine, and without coaxing, she raises up her hand and slides her finger along the seam of my mouth.

My gut flares, precum steadily oozing out of my cock as it throbs between us.

I slip out my tongue to lick her flavor from my lips and she takes advantage, her finger slipping inside of my mouth.

My hand shoots out, grabbing the lace of her underwear in my palm and pulling harshly, making it stretch against her skin until it rips. She jumps, squeaking in surprise, but the action is drowned out by the animalistic lust that’s flooding through my veins.

Gripping her hips tight, I drag her on top of me, her legs coming down on either side of my body, the heat from between her thighs settling in my lap. My eyes roll when I feel her bare against me, her arousal so thick it drips down the length of my dick.

Her arms wrap around my neck, forehead resting on mine as she jerks her hips forward then slowly moves them back. Our mouths skim as she rocks, an electric sensation scorching through me as my shaft glides between the lips of her pussy, my cock pressing against her swollen clit with every forward motion.

It’s the most delicious type of torture and I swear to God I have never been more turned on in my entire life. “Goddamn, Blake, I need to feel you.”

“So feel me.” She pushes down harder, my tip slipping to her entrance and prodding against the hole.

I bite my cheek so hard I taste blood, my nails digging into her sides as I flip us around on the bed.

My hand brushes down her body until I find her clit. She sucks in a breath, her legs falling open as I circle my thumb on her swollen nub, feeling it pulse underneath my touch.

She’s close.

Good.

My finger teases her opening, collecting her wetness and using it as lubricant to easily slip inside of her.

She moans, her back arching. Her pussy is tight as hell and my cock twitches as I imagine what it will feel like to have her wrapping around me like a vise.

Her legs start to tremble, a gush of liquid seeping out of her and coating my hand as I add another finger, her walls fluttering around them.

She covers her mouth with her hand and I grab her wrist, pushing it above her head and tangling our fingers. “Don’t. Let me hear you.”

She nods, her clit swelling underneath my fingertips.

“Give it to me, baby,” I breathe.

And that’s all it takes.

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