Page 41 of Habits

But it’s not enough.

I want more of her.

Needmore of her.

My hand goes down her stomach, flicking open her jeans and dipping inside. Her legs open wider, making more room for my hand. She’s so hot, I can feel her heat radiate even with clothes on, but this close, it’s like fucking fire. My fingers slide through her lower lips, opening her and feeling her slickness.

I groan loudly against her nipple when my fingers find her entrance.

Torture.

That’s what it feels like touching her but not being inside of her. Like motherfucking torture.

She’s so hot and wet.

So perfect.

I toy with her, teasing her entrance, as my mouth wraps tighter around her nipple. Her hands pull my hair as her body wiggles, trying to find its way to release.

“Soon, Princess,” I chuckle against her skin. “Soon.”

She pulls my head, inviting me upward. I kiss my way to her mouth, and when our lips mash together in another fervent kiss, I push my finger inside her.

Jeanette clenches around my hand, moaning loudly into my mouth.

Pleased, I work my finger inside, adding a second one. She’s so freaking tight, but the way she responds to my touch is pure perfection.

She’s melting in my arms, and I’m ready to be swept by her current.

Increasing the speed, I time the thrusts of my fingers with my tongue dipping into her mouth.

Her hands hold my head, angling it the way she wants it. Giving her a sense of control, when in reality she doesn’t have any.

With my free hand, I cup her boob, my finger flicking over her nipple, pinching the soft flesh.

Jeanette whimpers, this time louder. Overstimulated, her body starts trembling beneath me as her pussy squeezes my fingers tightly. I finger her faster as she falls over the edge, her head falling back into the pillow as her body arches into me.

Slowing my caresses, I help her down from the high. My lips brush against her cheek. “You had enough?”

Weakly, she shakes her head no, making my smile widen. Scraping my way down her neck, I kiss the hollow of her throat. “Want more?”

“I want you.” She kisses me on the side of my lips. “Now.”

“Somebody is feeling needy,” I tease.

As fast as I can, I pull my pants down, freeing my raging dick. Jeanette inhales sharply as she looks at me with wide eyes. I fist it in my hand, pumping slowly, letting her get her fill.

“Somebody needs to stop all the talking and do more fucking.”

Laughing, I open the drawer of the nightstand and grab a condom.

“You sure?” I ask one last time as I tear open the wrapper and put it on. “Last chance.”

Her hands wrap around my waist, fingers digging into my skin. “Now.”

Spreading her thighs, I settle between her legs and plunge inside.

A slow, painful hiss parts my lips, my head falling forward. She’s squeezing me so tightly, so perfectly, I can barely breathe.

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