Page 44 of Life To My Flight

“Too much?” I asked against her neck, fisting her hair and pulling her head sideways.

The muscles of her neck strained as she shook her head. “No, it was perfect. Exactly what I want right now.”

Leaning forward until my elbow was braced above her head, I thrust my hips forward, fucking her hard into the unforgiving wall.

My dick slipped in and out of her easily, her wetness easing the way.

The cradle of my hips met her ass with a slapping sound, only adding to the erotic effect of our fucking.

“I need your finger. I’m so close,” she whispered.

I smiled against her neck, letting my hand that was still fisted in her hair slip down until I found the swollen nub.

I went past her clit to where my cock was stretching her pussy, gathering some wetness and bringing it back up so I could rub the bundle of nerves unhindered.

She groaned, clinching down on my cock like a steel clamp just before she came, screaming.

“Mikhail! Yes,” she exclaimed. “Oh, God.”

I buried my nose into the crook of her neck, pulling my dick out of her wet heat, reluctantly, before I turned her around and urged her to her knees.

She went willingly, leaning forward with a voraciousness that surprised me.

She swallowed my dick, taking it so deep that I could feel the tip of it touching the back of her throat.

She used her hand at the base, squeezing and working my cock in tandem with her mouth.

When her hot little hand cupped my balls and squeezed lightly, I could feel my come boiling just before, what felt like lightening, shot down my spine.

Arching and closing my eyes, I grabbed ahold of her hair again as I started fucking her mouth harder.

She groaned, making my cock tingle just before my come shot out of my cock and bathed the back of her throat with my release.

She worked the final dregs of my release, sucking and pulling on my dick, until finally I had no more to give.

She let the tip of my cock slip from her mouth before leaning forward and giving the top of my pubic bone a kiss, before standing.

“You’re a-fucking-mazing,” I said, kissing her on the neck.

She giggled. “I could say the same thing about you.”

Gathering her back into my arms, I lifted her around the waist, and she curled her legs around my hips.

My softening cock started to fill again, and I walked into the bedroom, laid her down gently onto the sheets, and followed her down. We touched again from crotch to thigh.

“You ready for round two?” I asked as I descended down her stomach, kissing her belly, the outside of her thighs, and finally down to her sex.

“Never more, it’s been so long.”

I looked up and smiled. “Same goes.”

Then I returned the favor.

Multiple times.

Chapter 9

Forget breakfast in bed. Being fucked awake beats pancakes any day.

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