Page 86 of The Woman on the Jury

Until her muscles were taut.

Until her hands were fumbling with my buttons and zipper, then reaching inside to free my cock.

A growl escaped me as she wrapped her hand around me, stroking me as my fingers slipped inside of her, feeling her tight, wet walls tighten around them.

My hips rocked into her hand, my balls aching with the need for more.

“Get on your knees for me,” I demanded, voice rough with my need, but tone softer than I would have thought possible.

Her gaze lifted to mine, heat undeniable there.

Then… she lowered herself down.

Her hands shifted to the base of my cock before she opened her mouth, and took me in, starting to work me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, grabbing the back of her head and guiding her faster, deeper, my hips rocking into her mouth.

On a low growl, I pulled the clip out, then grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her up by it, and sealing my lips over hers.

My fingers untangled from her hair, going down to sink into her ass, pulling her up and off her feet. I waited for her legs to hook fully around me before turning and walking back into her bedroom, pressing her down onto the mattress.

I grabbed the condom out of my wallet before stripping off the rest of my clothes, and coming over her, my lips once again on hers as her soft body met my hard lines.

And, fuck, did she feel good when her arms slipped around my shoulders, and her legs wrapped around my hips.

I shifted my hips, letting my cock press against her pussy. Her back arched and her lips broke from mine in a moan as I ground down against her.

That was all the encouragement she needed.

Her legs hooked me more tightly, and her hips writhed against me, driving herself up.

But I wasn’t going to let her come.

Not until my cock was buried inside her.

I pulled away, feeling my lips twitch at her objection. It wasn’t long, though, before she was whimpering and writhing again as my lips teased over her breast, then sucking her nipple into my mouth.

I worked her, lips, tongue, and teeth, until her whimpers were almost cries before moving across her chest to continue the torment.

It wasn’t until her hands were grabbing my head, and pushing downward that I kissed down her stomach, then teasing my tongue up her pussy to work her clit relentlessly as her thighs crushed into the sides of my head, her hands gripped my head, and her hips writhed up into me.

I slipped my fingers inside her, thrusting as I worked her, feeling her walls start to tighten, and pulling roughly away.

“No,” she whimpered, her breath coming hard and fast.

“If you want to come, you have to come around my cock,” I told her, teeth nipping her earlobe.

“Yes,” she said, reaching for my hips.

“Yes, what, baby?” I asked, my tongue tracing up the shell of her ear.

“Yes, please,” she said, beyond pride.

“No,” I said, pushing back onto my knees as I reached for the condom, ripping it open, but letting her gaze move over me, working down my stomach to where I was fisting and stroking my cock. “Tell me you want to come around my cock,” I instructed her, watching her chest rise and fall with her rapid breath. “Say it,” I said, stroking a little faster, then slipping on the protection. “Or you don’t get it,” I added.

Sucking in a deep breath, she forced her gaze back upward. Then, in a voice that was so small I almost couldn’t hear it, she gave me what I wanted. “I want to come around your cock,” she whispered.

“Good girl,” I said, grabbing her legs, and yanking her up onto my thighs, then surging inside her, watching as her back arched and her lips parted while I filled her, as her walls stretched around me.

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