I tuck one hand behind my head but hold the base of my cock with the other until she takes over. A shudder of pleasure runs through me the moment she fists it.
“I’ll bet you want me to suck it,” she says, pupils blown.
The erection punches out harder. “Fuck!”
“I’m not sure you deserve that.” She’s playing cock-tease, but I don’t give a shit because she climbs over me and lines up that sweet pussy of hers with the head of my shaft. She rubs her juices over it, then sinks down.
I growl, barely stopping myself from reaching for her hips to help. It’s fucking hard not to use my hands. Because she’s not some stripper-stranger. She’s Hannah, and I can’t fucking wait to see her come all over my cock.
She rocks slowly over me, her pelvis undulating, her tits shifting. It’s goddess worthy. I want to touch those juicy tits. I want to rub her clit. I want to yank her down on me so hard she sees stars. But she’s got the control now. And I’m grateful as hell to be inside her.
I roll my hips in time with hers, shifting up to thrust into her when she rocks down. It quickly becomes too much for her. She braces her hands on my shoulders and starts riding me faster, her breasts swinging, hair falling in a curtain around my head.
I fist the pillow behind my head—tear at it—to keep from breaking my word not to touch. When she sees my dilemma, she pins my wrists down on the bed like I’m her prisoner and slides that magic pussy faster and faster over my cock. She works it and works it like a fucking Energizer Bunny until she runs out of breath from the exertion and stops moving, panting.
I lift my hips to meet her every downward thrust. It feels incredible. She’s so wet and so tight. And when I look up, I see her tits bouncing and her nipples stiffening. There’s no way I can keep my hands still for a few more seconds. They’re itching to touch her. To squeeze the ripe mounds. To circle her stiff nipples with my thumb and forefinger. To slide to her clit and make her come.
I’m on the edge. Balls-deep in that slick cunt, backed up against her cervix, I work my hips to get even deeper. My fingers twitch.
She arches backward and clamps down hard on my cock. The shock of her pussy muscles contracting around me is almost enough to send me over. She’s panting now, her tits bouncing as she grinds her pelvis forward and back.
I stretch my arms up and slide my hands up her body until they cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Her eyes go wide, and she swallows. I drop one hand to rub her clit. I can’t stop myself. I’m too close. Her hips buck against mine, fucking me. I move my thumb in a figure eight over her clit until she’s moaning and begging for release.
I let go of her tit and grab her ass to bury myself in her as far as I can. Watching her arch back to meet me as she releases a raspy moan.
Fuck.
“Let me touch you,” I start begging. “Let me drive, doll. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”
Her eyes are smoky, rose flushes her skin. She blinks those curled lashes at me as she considers. I thrust my hips up to get deeper and she moans.
The moment she gives me a minuscule nod, I wrap my fingers around her hips and start controlling the movement. I lift and lower her over me, thrusting my hips in time to meet hers. It feels like heaven, but I’m also getting desperate to finish. I’ve been hard for her all day and just watched her come on the kitchen floor.
She moans like she’s getting close with the short, sharp cries that fall like music in the room.
We’re both close, but it doesn’t happen, and I think a change of position would help. “Let me put you on your back.”
I’m not usually one to ask for permission for anything, but she’s holding this power over me now, and I’m gonna let her. It’s my penance. Better than the ones Father Fantoni assigns.
“Okay,” she gasps.
I flip her around in one second flat, keeping our hips glued together. As soon as I’m on the top, I start thrusting with force. Hannah’s eyes roll back in her head, her lips fall open with pleasure. She cups her own breasts. I hold the place where shoulder meets neck to keep her head from banging into the wall and fuck the living daylights out of her.
When I decide I need to be deeper, still, I lift one of her thighs up and pound into her in that position.
I kiss her hard again, one more time. This time, my tongue is forceful and dominant. I take her tongue and suck it hard into my own mouth, forcing her to submit. She’s mine. She’s going to remember that. I want to leave a mark on her. I want her to be able to smell me on her, feel me deep within her. I want her to think of me every time she touches herself or remembers this night.
“You taste so fucking good, Hannah. I’m going to make you come so hard. I’m going to make you scream.”
I watch as she falls apart around me, her legs shaking and her back curling, her whole body holding the weight of an orgasm that is too intense. She breathes deeply and hard from her core, writhing against me, her hands holding on tightly to my forearms. Each time her body wraps around mine, I feel my own orgasm build.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I growl. “I’m going to fill you up….”
She starts screaming, filling the room with ecstatic needy shrieks. My balls draw up tight, thighs shaking.
“Fuck, Hannah, I’m gonna come,” I tell her as stars start to explode behind my eyes.
“Yes!” she cries. “Me too!”
