Page 114 of Dust to Dust

“Quinn, no,” she panted breathlessly as her hips arched up off the desk.

“Your pussy says yes.”

“She’s a traitor.”

I chuckled against her hot center. “She’s loyal to her master.”

Isla scowled down at me. “You are not her master.”

“Are you sure about that? I command her pleasure.”

“So does my rabbit vibrator,” she tossed back.

I slid my finger up her wet slit. “You’re already soaked for me, Little Dove.”

When I glanced down at her, her lips turned down in a pout. “You’re ruining my surprise.”

“Let me ruin your pussy first, and then I’ll let you surprise me.”

I then plunged two fingers inside her, causing Isla to gasp. “You don’t play fair,” she panted.

“Just give yourself to me.”

Without another word of protest, Isla widened her thighs, giving me even better access to her glistening pussy. I continued plunging my two fingers in and out of her slick walls. Then I suctioned my mouth against her clit.

Isla cried out and clawed at my hair. She began rocking her hips against my face. “Yes, oh God, yes!” she cried.

When I added a third finger, Isla could barely keep still on the table. Her back arched and her thighs trembled as her arousal coated my fingers to my knuckles. The squelching sound of me finger fucking her pussy was music to my ears.

My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, signaling as much as I wanted to prolong and torture her with pleasure, I needed to move things along.

When I slid my fingers out of her, Isla mewled, “Don’t stop!”

With a teasing smile, I said, “Not until you say it.”

“I’ll say anything if you’ll just make me come.”

“Say that I’m the master of your pussy.”

“Quinn,” she whined.

When I eased back even more, her fingers tightened in my hair. “No, please, okay. I’ll say it.”

With my index finger teasing her opening, Isla cried, “You’re the master of my pussy.”

I rewarded her by thrusting all three fingers back inside her and sucking her clit into my mouth. When my teeth grazed her sensitive bud, she tensed, With a scream, her walls clenched against my fingers.

After I lifted my head, I groaned at the glorious sight of her pussy glistening with my saliva and her cum. Standing up, I made quick work of undoing my pants. After sliding them and my underwear down my hips, I gripped Isla’s thighs and widened them.

With one harsh thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, causing us both to groan. Isla wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me closer to her. “Fuck, I love being inside you,” I grunted.

“I love you being inside me,” she replied with a lazy smile.

“You take me so fucking well, Little Dove.”

My fingers then dug into her hips as I began to pound her relentlessly. The sound of our skin slapping together and harsh pants filled the air around us. I reached forward to squeeze one of Isla’s bouncing tits. I pinched and tweaked the hardened nipple, causing Isla’s eyes to roll back in her head. “Mm, Quinn, I’m so close,” she panted.

After I slid my forearms under her knees, I jerked her back onto my harsh thrust. She shrieked with pleasure. My movements were animalistic, but I couldn’t seem to bury myself deep enough in her. But Isla didn’t protest. She appeared to be as desperate for me as I was for her.

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