Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [103]
God, he needed still more of her, needed to have her in other ways. He always tried to be a generous lover, with Laura especially—giving her pleasure brought him more pleasure than he could easily understand—but at the moment, he needed to take, just a little. His cock ached for her.
Rising up over her again, peering down into her sweet, impassioned eyes, he said, “I need to fuck you, baby.”
She sighed hotly in reply and the sweet desire on her face drew him in, made him focus on her perfect mouth, made him think of how incredible she looked sucking him. He ran the tip of his index finger in a circle around the edge of her parted lips. “I need to fuck you . . . here,” he whispered, then let his finger dip inside. She sucked it wetly as he pulled it back out, then shifted upward so that his knees rested on either side of her head, and used one hand to slowly ease the tip of his shaft between her lips.
She opened eagerly, moaning her pleasure. God, she was beautiful taking his cock into that pretty mouth, letting him move in and out, in and out—so good, so very good. When she reached up to cup his balls, he groaned and slid in a little deeper.
But he forced himself to slowly extract his wet length from those sweet, moist lips, backing down her body just enough that it came to rest between her supple breasts. “And I need to fuck you here,” he breathed, using his hands to press the two soft mounds around his erection as he slipped wetly back and forth in the valley between.
“Oh . . .” she cooed, hot and aroused, and he loved that she enjoyed this as much as he did. Her eyes fell shut in sheer delight, and he fucked her slow and deep that way, the lace of the bra underneath abrading his skin lightly, teasing his balls.
Finally, he released her breasts and headed south once more until he knelt between her legs, nudging his shaft at her beautifully parted cunt. “And I need to fuck you here,” he told her, then drove into her warm, tight passageway, amazed at how easily her body accepted him now.
She sobbed heatedly, lifting to take him deeper, and as he drove farther into the welcoming tunnel, she let out a severely pleasured moan. “Love when you’re inside me, Braden. Love how big you are in me.”
He still knelt, upright, with her thighs hugging his hips. He braced his hands on her ass and pulled her toward him, again, again, listening to her hot little cries at each deep thrust. “Do you want to ride me, my naughty little girl?”
“Mmm,” she purred, looking lost in the heady passion. “Yes, baby—yes.”
Bending over her, he slid his arms up the length of her back and said, “Wrap around me.” She did so, with both arms and legs, allowing him to haul her up into his lap without disconnecting their bodies.
“Oh!” she screeched at the deeper impact of sitting up on his cock. He watched as she bit her lip and absorbed the hot pleasure the position provided.
“I love that you feel it deeper this way,” he told her. And he also loved fucking her with their faces so close, her nipples grazing his chest, their limbs entwined. He loved everything about the woman, and he wanted this hot little ride to take her to heaven.
Laura began to move on him, her body responding instinctively. His erection felt like it stretched forever inside her, like it must be expanding the depths of her pussy with every thrust. She gripped his strong shoulders and started to grind against him, her clit rubbing against the flesh above his shaft.
He leaned back against the window, seeming to relax a bit as she recaptured control. They kissed, their tongues touching, lips lingering, and Braden’s sure hands caressed her breasts above the bra.
“Suck them,” she said, looking boldly into his eyes.
“Ah, damn,” he groaned, his voice brimming with the usual heat, and when he bent to take one of her needy nipples into his mouth, it pushed her closer toward the orgasm building inside her.
“Oh God, baby, yeah,” she murmured amid the swallowing pleasure.
She rode him