Page 29 of Sharing Her Heart

“Just like that,” he encouraged, pulling the toy back slightly before pushing it deeper again. Her body tightened around it, her mind consumed by the dizzying pleasure.

It overwhelmed her senses, leaving her unable to think of anything else but the heat, the vibrations, and the delicious stretch inside her. With her eyes closed, she let herself sink into the sensation, lost in the raw pleasure surging through her.

As her hips rose and fell in rhythm with the thrusts of the toy, Felicity glanced at John, who had been silently watching the entire time while stroking himself. The sight of him, his need so evident, sent another wave of heat through her.

She reached for him, her hands trembling as she pressed against his chest. Her lips found his skin, teasing his hardened nipples and tasting the salt of his skin. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked and licked, drawing him deeper into her intoxicating spell.

With a wild hunger, she pushed him down. Her body followed his, her need pulsing through her with every heartbeat. Her entire being was alive with sensation, her body trembling as the desire built to a fever pitch.

John's hand wrapped around his length, guiding it toward her. His breath hitched as she straddled him, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Take it, baby,” Nathan dared her. His hand stroked up the length of his cock and squeezed the wide, engorged crown as it throbbed. “Come on, baby, show me how bad you want to fuck him.”

Swinging her leg over John’s thighs as he reached down to grip the shaft of his cock, Felicity swore she could hear a sob echoing around her.

Her sob.

It was a sound rife with a need that went far beyond the lust she had promised herself she would stop. It sliced straight through her senses, and she swore she could feel the pleasure straight to her soul.

“Ah yes, Felicity–baby,” he groaned. “Take it. Show Daddy how much you want my dick.”

Sensation ricocheted through her senses as the blunt, widened crown of his cock slid through the thick, heavy juices coating her cunt. The heated, blunt crown grazed the hard, nerve-laden bud of her clit, circled it, then slid back down to tuck against the clenched entrance of her pussy.

“I need you, Daddy,” she sighed. Her lashes fluttered as her hips shifted, pressing down, taking him at the first sensation of heavy pressure parting the clenched entrance. “Give me that cock.”

Was that her voice, so ragged and filled with aching hunger as she began to roll her hips? As she worked the engorged head past the snug entrance to her pussy.

Searing waves of overwhelming pleasure radiated from her clit, spreading through her core and sending shock waves to her womb. She could hear her own whimpers echoing, the intensity of pleasure laced with a sharp edge that bordered on painful. She needed more—more of the pleasure fused with that touch of pain. The fierce ecstasy wrapped around her senses and burrowed deep into her soul.

Her eyelids fluttered as the bliss washed over her, and John felt his hips involuntarily jerk in response. Desire gripped them both, each movement stoking the fire between them. She felt the swollen head of his cock push against her slick entrance, pressing inside and stretching her in a deliciously erotic way.

A low moan escaped her lips, the sound of her pleasure filling the air between them. Felicity shifted against him, her hips snapping forward as she buried the head of his cock deep within her tight, fiery heat. John clenched his jaw hard, his teeth grinding together as his hands dug into her hips, gripping her perhaps a little too firmly. Her nails bit into his chest, her head thrown back in ecstasy as her breasts pushed forward, her nipples stiff and achingly sensitive. The desperate look on her face, twisted in pleasure, drove his own hunger higher, pushing him closer to the edge.

The sensation of her slick, tight walls gripping the head of his cock was almost unbearable. Her wet heat coated him as her inner muscles contracted, rippling around him with exquisite pressure. He felt her body stretch to accommodate him, then squeeze tight again, her slickness easing his way inside. His cock throbbed within her, warning him that his release was near, but he fought to hold on and keep control.

“Daddy,” she gasped, her voice raspy and breathless as her hips began to roll, tilting lower as she worked herself on his rigid shaft. “Yes, fuck me. Harder,” she moaned, her voice heavy with need. “Let me fuck you.”

The slick slide of her wetness along his length made him groan, the sensation traveling all the way to his balls. John held himself back, stilling his body as she moved above him, her hips circling and rising, lowering slowly on his hardness.

“Ah, baby girl… Princess,” he groaned through gritted teeth. “That’s it, Princess. Take my dick. Work that pussy on me.” The pleasure was overwhelming, his control slipping as the fire built inside him. “Take every inch.”

Only the tip of him was buried in her, pulsating with the overwhelming need for release. She moved so slowly, her sensual, deliberate motions teasing him, her hunger evident in every shift of her hips. Her hands pressed into his chest, bracing herself as she began to ride him, taking him deeper inch by inch. Her expression shifted into pure bliss, her features illuminated by the rapture overtaking her.

Each inch that slid inside her sent a bolt of electric heat through his body. Every quick jerk of her hips drove him deeper, tearing groans from his throat. His hands slid from her hips to her breasts, cupping the firm mounds, his fingers brushing over the tight, swollen tips. He watched her reaction with each touch, the pleasure on her face intensifying his own. The pride in knowing he was the one giving her this ecstasy raced through him, fueling his desire. Her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as her nails dug deeper into his chest.

Her body shimmered with a fine sheen of sweat, and tiny droplets glistened on her breasts. She was utterly lost to the sensation, taking him deeper with each forceful downward thrust of her hips. She ground her clit against his pelvis, rocking in a frenzy as her pussy clenched and milked his cock with rhythmic spasms.

Soft, breathy moans tumbled from her lips, each one sending a surge of heat through him. God, she was driving him insane. The raw, primal desire to touch her, taste her, to fuck her harderand faster overwhelmed his senses. Her movements became more desperate, her hips slamming down, taking him to the hilt as her cries grew louder.

“Fuck me, dammit,” he growled, tightening his grip on her hips as her slow, teasing movements drove his lust to unbearable heights. The need tore through him, and he knew it would take every ounce of willpower to hold back.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her half-lidded eyes dark with lust as she gazed down at him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in a slow, teasing motion.

His control slipped further as his hands slid from her breasts down to her thighs, then around to her ass. “Fuck yes,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into the firm flesh. “Work that tight little pussy on my cock. Give it to me, Princess.”

Her hips moved faster, lifting and falling in tight, demanding strokes, pushing him closer to the brink with every thrust. His fingers slid along the crease of her ass, exploring and teasing as her breathing grew ragged.

He spread her cheeks apart, his touch firm and insistent, and when his fingers brushed against the tight entrance of her back passage, her body jerked in response. Her eyes flew open, locking onto his, wide with shock and pleasure.

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