“You will be the death of me,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. “I didn’t know it was possible to become more and more obsessed with you each day.”
I braced my hands on his chest and rode him slowly at first, savoring every inch of him inside me. But it wasn’t long before the pace picked up, both of us chasing the release we desperately needed.
“Harder,” I gasped, and he helped me bounce on his c**k with increasing urgency.
“Be a good girl and touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice strained. “I want to see.”
I reached between us to circle my c**t, and the added sensation made me arch my back. He took advantage of the position to lean up and take one of my n*****s in his mouth, and that was all it took to send me over the edge.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the orgasm
