Page 80 of Wrong Pucking Player

If she wants me to fuck her senseless, I’ll do so.

She seals my lips with hers, kissing me nice and slow, leaving my whole body tingling with goosebumps. I give her the control, the lead to take me wherever she wants this to go. I’m in her domain until she tells me to take the lead once more.

Breaking the kiss, she licks her lip.

“I like it… like this.” she shyly confesses and meets my heated gaze. “So, keep making me feel good.”

“As my Wildflower wishes.”

I seal my words with a kiss, my body aching to get moving now that I’m filled with a rejuvenated energy, thanks to her permission.

No longer do I need to think before I act.

Just go with the flow and deliver the pleasure our bodies are begging for.

There’s no way of controlling the pace I’ve set when I sink my cock into her hot soaking pussy. With a groan of relief, I fall into the rhythm of euphoria as my body moves on autopilot.

I thought this would lead to foreplay or some sort of prolonged effort to draw this out and make it ‘magical,’ as so many of the girls speak of wanting when fucking their lover, but that hopeful deed goes out the window when it comes to Xandra.

It’s just that good.

So fucking good.

“Look at you, Wildflower,” I pant while fucking her deeply with the occasional slap to those delicate ass cheeks. “Taking me like a fucking boss. You like this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes out the response while attempting to look back. Just the slight arch in her back does crazy things to me. I sink even deeper into her while reaching over to wrap my hand along the front part of her neck.

Pulling her back, our lips collide as we’re completely still, kissing each other like it’s our life mission to prove to the other that we’re madly connected.

My cock deep in her throbbing pussy.

Our hearts beat wildly against our chests.

Panting exhales and swift inhales that echo through the room.

The aroma of sweat, sex, and daisy perfume.

I didn’t know what I was getting myself into taking this new position that I haven’t even started yet.

But to lead me here, to this point of time where I can reminisce on who we were in the past and who we now are in the present as passionate lovers, makes it all worth it.

“Should I fuck you straight into ecstasy? You deserve to be pleased, don’t you?” I speak against her lips and move to tug her ear lobe.

“Yes,” she answers. “Wyatt. I want to cum all over your cock.”

“I know, Baby.” God, I love this woman. “Let’s not waste time and give you what you want and earned.”

We’re moving again, climbing the high that’s getting stronger with every thrust. Beads of sweat roll down our bodies, and our moans and breaths growing louder while I begin to thrust faster. I’m so close to cumming, that build of pleasure on the brink of exploding through me.

Through us.

“C’mon, Xandra,” I urge between grit teeth. “Cum with me, Wildflower. Cum!”

“WYATT!”

Sinking deeply into her, she screams in ecstasy as my climax ruins me.

“XANDRA!”

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