Page 47 of So Wrong It's Right

She hovers over me, rubbing the tip of my dick through her soaking wet folds.

“Take what you want, Stella. It’s all yours.”I’m all yours.

She slides down my aching shaft slowly. God, so slowly. The precum is practically pouring out of me as I get enveloped in her heat. Her arms and legs are wrapped around me tightly, our eyes locked. We’re the center of a hurricane, the world spinning crazily around us as we hold still, locked in an embrace.

She squeezes her inner muscles around me, and I almost come. But then she pulls off me, and I reach for her, missing her heat. She evades my grasp and pushes my chest until I’m reclined on my back again. As she slithers down my body, she says, “Talk dirty to me, doc. I love it when you say nasty things to me.”

“Bring that pussy back up here. I can do better things with my mouth than talk.”

She shakes her head. “I still have things I want to show you.”

She kneels between my legs and I know what’s coming next. She does nothing more than hover near my dick at first, her tongue flicking out of her mouth to slurp up the drops of precum as they form.

She looks up at me, eyes locking on mine and then softly rubs her cheek against the shaft of my cock, whispering so softly that I almost don’t hear her. “Would you like me to suck your cock, Christopher?” She pauses for effect as she drags her tongue from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip. “Is that what you want?” she asks, an innocent smile on her face.

I beg. I plead. She smiles and winks at me. One stroke...another...as she pauses to consider it. And then she smiles wantonly at me and dives onto my cock, licking and sucking with abandon.

Up and down at a snail’s pace, she bobs her head and hand, stroking me into her mouth as she devours more of me. I can’t stand it anymore. I have to come.

“Finish me, naughty girl.”

But she just keeps going at a slow and steady pace, building me up further and further as I struggle to maintain control.

“Stella...”

“Talk dirty to me, Christopher. My mouth is full.”

She looks up at me, eyes wide with desire as she sucks my cock back into her mouth. I wrap my fist in her hair and pull her against me, fucking her mouth nice and hard, pushing in and out as she sucks at the length of my cock.

“Where do you want it, Stella?” I hold her head still until she pauses. “You want me to cum inside you? You want me to pump your pussy full of cum? You’ve teased me so much... I’ll pump you so full that you’ve got cum running down your leg for a week after I’m done with you.”

She moans around my cock, mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Oh, maybe you want me to come down your throat, pretty girl?”

I’m aching for release. I need to come, and I need it badly. She’s got me on the edge of madness.

She hums a soft tune against the base of my cock. The sensation is almost too much. After a moment of this, she pulls off my cock and starts sucking at my balls greedily.

“Jesus, you naughty little minx.” Nobody has ever done that to me before.

She crawls back up my body. “Where do you want to come, Christopher?” She bites my nipple playfully. “I’ll try to swallow it all up, but sometimes you come so much—”

Without letting her finish that delicious thought, I flip us over, grab her hips and ram my rock-hard cock deep inside her. “I'm going to fuck you, Stella, I'm going to fuck you good and hard. I want to hear you moaning and screaming and calling out my name as I pound your pussy. I want to feel you dig your nails into my back and feel you come, feel your pussy squeeze my cock so hard it hurts.”

I begin to pull out slowly, my dick getting squeezed and massaged every agonizing second. “Fuck, how do you do that? You’re perfect.” I thrust into her again, pressing hard against her walls, pulling out halfway then pushing back in. “You’re so tight and warm.”

I guess giving me head was getting her off too because already her entire body trembles as an orgasm washes over her.

“That’s one,” I say.

She opens her eyes and smiles at me. “Fill me up, Christopher.”

Oh, fuck. Those eyes. I pound her hard, hungrily. No more teasing. All I can think about is coming inside her. Giving her everything I am. She’s milking me eagerly, and my balls tighten.

Stella is chanting, “So good, so good, so good.”

Oh, it’s better than good. She feels amazing. Tight and hot and mine.Mine. That spurs me into a faster pace, and I lose myself in the scent of our sex, the grunts and groans we make, the squeak of her mattress.

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