Cedric
She was already close. I could feel it in the way her walls kept fluttering and tightening around the half of my c**k I was giving her — little rhythmic pulses that tried to pull me deeper every time I dragged over that swollen spot inside her. Her thighs trembled on either side of my hips, muscles jumping under the strain of staying open. Little broken sounds kept spilling from her mouth, half-moans, half-whimpers, growing higher and more desperate with each incomplete thrust.
I didn’t speed up. I kept the same deep, measured strokes and the slow, filthy circles of my thumb on her c**t, forcing her to take the pleasure exactly how I gave it. The wet heat of her was almost overwhelming; every time I pulled back, I felt fresh slickness coat me, dripping down onto the sheets.
“That
