I stopped her with hands on her hips. “Is your plan to rub my dick off?”
Whether it was the rasp in my voice or the fucking heat from her pussy, Adelaide stilled and looked up at me.
Our eyes spoke to each other, hers searching for an answer, mine searching for sanity.
We came to an unspoken agreement which made my blood rush down to my groin. “You sure?”
She nodded, lowering herself completely onto my lap. Her breath hitched.
My hands tightened around her hips.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I guided her short, cladded pussy along my dick. Listened to the mewling sounds coming out of her.
“Christian, I–”
“Shh,” I lifted my hips to add more pressure. “Don’t overthink this. Just feel.”
Adelaide adjusted her position so that her pussy was perfectly aligned with my erection, then started rocking back and forth, her head lolling to the side as she savoured the sensation of her wetness and my hardness through our clothes. I’d dreamt of her riding me like this. Never fucking knowing this day would come. “You feelsogood, Christian.”
My hands moved to her chest, drawing slow sensual circles on her nipples over her bra. “These fucking tits.” I pinched them.
“Christian,” she gasped, rocking herself faster. Her nails dug into her thighs like touching me would be sinful.
Her cunt was so fucking wet, I could feel it through her panties and the thin material of her shorts.Fuck. She moved like a temptress with half-lidded eyes and waited for the right moment to attack.
Tits were so perfect in my hands. All round and fitting. I pushed them together, pulling them up towards her chin. “Be a good girl and lean forward.”
She listened, bringing herself to me.
I sucked the globe of her right tit.
“Christian,” she moaned. “That feels—ungh.”
“Finish your words, baby,” I sucked the second orb into my mouth. I wanted to rip this flimsy fucking bra off, suck her skin, leave fucking marks on her perfect tits.
“You feel—mmm,” her hand moved dangerously up herleft thigh before disappearing into the waistband of her shorts. “Fuck,” she moaned.
Fucking enchanted by the movement of her hand in her pants, I fell back down. There was a wet spot on her tits from how hard I sucked.
I bet she was fucking wet, rubbing herself like a little slut.
“How wet are you?”
She moaned.
I pressed a hand right where hers was above her pussy. “You’re not allowed to move until you tell me.” Adding pressure, “How fucking wet your cunt is.”
“So wet,” she moaned. “So we—Christian!”
I moved my hand, so she was gliding her fingers through her pussy lips. She whimpered incoherent words as I pulled and pushed, her body flailing with the need of release.
She looked down at me with a half-lidded gaze. “I’m gonna…”
