Page 37 of Exception

“You’re in charge,” I tell her as I set my hand on her hips. “I’ll keep you steady, but you decide how much of me to take, and you set the pace.”

She nods and rises to her knees, positioning herself so the crown of my cock is pressing against her entrance. Then she braces her hands on my shoulders and starts to sink down.

The pressure is immediate, surrounding the head of my dick in her warmth, and I grit my teeth to fight the urge to drive deeper. A tiny whimper passes through her lips as she takes another inch, and my hands clench around her thigh. “Don’t rush. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt.” She slides further, her arousal making it easier to accept the intrusion. “It’s just…ooh.”

Doing my best to hold still, I watch my cock disappear as Tiff inches lower and lower, until her ass is resting on my thighs.

“Rest here a minute.” I slide my hands to her breasts, palming them as I brush my thumb over her nipples to distract her from any discomfort she might feel. Plus, it keeps me from thinking about how tight she’s squeezing my cock. How desperately I want to move.

Tiff arches her back, once again giving me total control of her body. Using my left hand to help support her, I let my right roam over her tits, down her stomach, teasing her clit with a gentle stroke before going back to her chest. The way her breasts plump under my touch is intoxicating, so much so I almost forget I’m buried inside her. Then she shifts her hips, and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Can I move?” Her voice is tinged with need, and it takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to start thrusting.

“You’re in charge,” I repeat, sliding my hands down her body until they’re fisted at my side.

“I thought you were going to keep me steady?”

“If I put my hands on you, I’m gonna end up making you move faster or take me deeper,” I grunt, doing my best imitation of a statue.

“Is that bad?” Her brow furrows as she studies my face.

“It is if it hurts you and makes you afraid of my cock.”

“So, be gentle.” Her hips shift again, testing my ability to stay still for much longer.

“I’m not sure I have that much control. The only way to guarantee I’m gentle is to keep my hands to myself.” I lace my fingers behind my head, putting her body out of reach. “Fuck yourself on my dick. Figure out how deep you like it. Then the next time I’ll know how much you can take.”

Her eyes flash with heat as the words leave my mouth, then finally,finally, she starts to rock her body back and forth.

She’s tentative at first, moving slowly while keeping me seated deep inside. As her body adjusts, she starts to circle her hips, her eyelids fluttering when her clit makes contact with my pelvis. It causes her walls to clamp down around me, and a satisfied moan rumbles up my throat.

“What made you make that sound?” She rolls her hips, searching for the answer.

“You clenched your pussy.” She does it again, pulling another groan from my chest. “Do that again, but this time lift up. I want to feel you squeezing me while my cock slides in and out.”

Biting her lip in concentration, Tiff gently lifts and lowers herself on my shaft, her tight little channel contracting around me as she moves. It’s pure fucking bliss and a cruel tease at the same time, and though I’m trying desperately not to pound into her, I can’t stop my hips from rocking back and forth, chasing her slick heat.

“Good girl,” I growl as I watch her pussy swallow me. “Find what you like and use me to come.”

As she gets more comfortable, she moves faster, tits jiggling as she bounces up and down. Tiny little grunts leave her mouth each time she bottoms out, but I want to hear her scream. Releasing my hands I find her clit with my thumb and start rubbing it in soothing circles.

Her reaction is immediate. Instead of simply bouncing on my dick she starts to rock her pelvis into my hand, a throaty cry leaving her lips each time she finds the friction she wants.

Eyes glazed with lust, her body takes over, chasing what it needs before she can give it permission. Hottest. Thing. Ever.

As her grunts turn erratic and her channel grows even tighter, I know she’s close. So am I, but I need her to go first. I need to feel her release kissing my dick before I’m too far gone to appreciate the sensation.

“Bring those pretty tits over here.” I put my free hand on her back to urge her forward. “Put them in my mouth so I can suck them while you come.”

She’s already flushed from exertion, but I can still see the heat of my words on her skin. Without a moment’s pause she leans closer, offering me a pert, pink nipple. I pull it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the firm bud as I pinch the other between my fingertips.

A shrill cry of surprise is the only warning I have before her body starts to buck wildly. Releasing the nipple in my fingers I clasp her waist, holding her to me with one hand as the other teases her clit to draw out her pleasure.

Contractions ripple up and down my length as the spasms wrack her body, and throaty cries echo in the room around us. The pressure clamping down on my dick sends me over the edge, and it pulses rhythmically inside her as my release consumes me.

Pulling my mouth off her nipple with a pop, I hug her to me, both of us panting heavily as our bodies ride out the last waves of gratification. And even now, cradling Tiff against my chest with my cock still buried inside her, I can’t summon an ounce of guilt.

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