He goes back and forth between my breasts, sucking and licking, cupping them in his huge hands as he flexes his hips.
I’m panting. Sweating. Trying desperately not to crumble.
When I’m writhing and shaking, on the edge of another orgasm, he puts his hand around my throat and presses his thumb against my jugular vein.
Then he f***s me harder.
I gasp his name.
He lifts his head from my breasts and puts his mouth next to my ear. His voice is a dark, irresistible command.
“Come.”
I do, instantly.
He groans as I convulse around him, my head tipped back, crying out. My nails dig into the muscles of his back. My thighs clench around his hips. Still hot and wet from his mouth, my n*****s throb and ache in the cool air.
He discards the smooth, rolling motion of his hips and pumps into me f
