Page 89 of Bite The Terror That Feeds

I sat up against the headboard, waiting for her to step out of the bathroom. She had a nightly routine, washing her face and brushing her teeth, making sure her long hair was soft after being combed. All behaviors of someone wealthy.

She stepped into the room in the shirt she’d stolen from me, the bottom of it reaching the tops of her knees. Her eyes landed on mine as she ran her fingers through her hair, the curtain of silk shifting as she touched it.

I was naked and hard, thinking about her tits every moment she was in the bathroom. I wanted to grip them as she rode my length up and down. I wanted to see what she could do once she was in control.

I bet she was good.

She approached the bed then climbed up. “Is your dick always like that?” She crawled forward on her hands and knees, stalking me like a cat.

The corner of my mouth cocked in a grin. “Whenever you’re around.”

She came forward and dipped her head, her smooth lips parting over my length. Her wet tongue met my head, and she pushed down, sealing around my length with her wetness and tightness. Her face was in my lap, and her ass was in the air.

Fuck, that mouth.

She started off slow then quickened, pushing my dick as far as she could handle without choking. Her head bobbed up and down, and her tongue cushioned my landing every time.

My head rested against the headboard, and I dug my fingers into her hair, controlling the speed and pushing her mouth down a little farther. I could sense her discomfort, but being the proud woman she was, she refused to choke.

“Fuck, baby…”

Her mouth left my dick, and she sat up. After a furious stare, she struck me across the face. “I told you not to call me that.” She moved into my lap, straddling my hips, acting like she hadn’t just struck me with a powerful hit.

My hands yanked her shirt over her head to get those tits in my face. I grabbed her hip and directed her onto my length, instantly smothered by a new kind of wetness. My eyes automatically closed as she sank because it was so damn good.

Her palms flattened against my chest, and she pushed me back, my body hitting the wooden headboard with a thud. Then she arched her back and rolled her hips before she sank again, her body doing a sexy dance as she took my dick. There was a mirror on the opposite wall, and I assumed it had been intentionally put there for moments like this, when I could watch myself grab on to her perky cheeks and dig my fingers into the flesh.

She took it slow, pleasuring me but also torturing me. Her confident eyes were locked on mine, seeing my desires and my frustrations written across my face. “I know how you want it. But I’m going to make you wait.”

I squeezed her ass in silent protest.

She continued to rock into me, her fingers moving into my hair, her tits pressing right into my face.

I was so damn hard.

She started to move quicker, to sit on my balls before she rose up again, her cream catching under the grooves of my dick. She arched her back then ground her clit into my body after she made her landing, pleasing herself without shame.

So fucking hot.

She moved quicker. And quicker.

I watched as her eyes flickered closed more often, watched her lips part to gasp for breath. Her thrusts became irregular and unpredictable. Like I wasn’t in the room and she was playing with herself and bringing herself to the edge, I watched her bring herself to a climax.

It was so hard not to come.

She flicked her hair back as she released a loud cry, grinding her body against mine harder, with a quicker speed. Her nails clawed at my shoulders and chest, and then her tits took up my entire view as she brought herself in close. “Yes…” Her hips thrust and thrust, and she came all over my dick, soaking wet and covered in her cream.

I kissed her tits as they pressed against me, breathed in her floral scent mixed with sweat. My dick had never been this hard inside another woman.

She sat back, her crescendo finished and gone. Her hips moved at their former slow pace, and she ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes sleepy with exhaustion and pleasure. “Now it’s your turn.”

Yes.

She left my lap.

My dick slapped against my stomach. When my dick felt the air, it was cold like a winter storm.

Before I grabbed her and forced her onto her back, she turned around and straddled me again, her ass facing me.

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