Working that sensitivity.
“You’re so sexy when you f**k me.” He surrounded my earlobe. “Look at your legs”—he touched my thighs—“and your f*****g hips”—he moved up to clench those—“and this bad, bad p***y, taking in all of my dick.”
It was so hard to hold in my breath, to keep my sounds silent.
But where his eyes were so loud, so was my body, relentlessly plunging him in and out of me.
His mouth shifted just below my ear. “Your orgasm is about to be mine.”
Maybe it was the way he demanded one from me.
Maybe it was the sharp, incessant friction across my c**t, adding to the delicious fullness of his c**k.
Maybe it was the way we looked, locked together, my body grinding over his.
But it was there again.
That build.
“Now, watch yourself come.”
I gripped the bed, keeping myself low
