Page 119 of Double Fault

I don’t want to.

If I could, I’d spend all day with my dick buried inside her.

“Not yet.” Tightening my hold on her hips, I pull her into me, making sure her clit rubs against me.

“N-Noah,” she stutters, eyes falling shut.

I lose myself in the sensation. When she spasms around me and tumbles over the cliff, I pull out and squeeze my dick to keep from following her into oblivion. She cries out, rolling onto herside, fisting the sheets, hips still grinding despite the loss of my cock as she rides out the release.

When her writhing slows, I drop to the mattress and pull her on top of me.

I clasp my hands behind my head to keep from touching her. “Ride me. Let me watch those tits bounce.”

She grips my base with one hand, her other splayed on my chest to keep her steady, and sinks down in one quick move.

Cursing, I clutch her hips and squeeze my eyes shut, barely reining myself in before my hips take control and buck up and spill into her.

She laughs, clearly very pleased with herself, and braces her hands on my thighs. With her arms behind her and her back arched, I have the most incredible view of my cock disappearing into her tight cunt. Her tits bounce, just as I requested, and, completely forgetting about my plan to look and not touch, I sit up and take their weight in my hands, licking and sucking first one stiff peak and then the other.

When I’ve given each breast ample attention, I lie back once more. Thumb to her clit, I roll the tiny bud, and she shudders.

Breaths coming fast, she angles forward until we’re chest to chest, her mouth finding mine in a long, searing kiss, her fingers stroking through my hair gently.

The tenderness of this moment is enough to push me past the point of no return. There’s no chance I can keep my impending orgasm at bay when she touches me with so much affection.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her between kisses. “If you don’t want my cum filling up this sweet cunt, you better get off now. I can come on your tits instead.”

Hips rolling in earnest, she brings her lips to my ear. “Fill me up.”

Oh, fuck.

Those words unleash an animalistic instinct inside me. I pull her hips down harder against mine and slam up into her, my balls slapping that perfect ass.

I come with a long, low moan, and she eats up the sound with a noise of appreciation.

This release is more powerful than any I’ve ever experienced. It goes on and on as I hold her firmly against me, making sure she takes every last drop of my cum.

With a shuddering breath, she drapes herself over me.

“Can’t move yet.” Her lips brush my neck.

“Me either.” Though I’m beginning to soften inside her, I’m still panting. I’m more out of breath than I was on the run this morning.

Our breaths sync up. Our hearts do too. For long minutes we stay like that. Eventually I gently roll her over and pull out of her, discovering that even now, my dick is at half-mast.

Rapt, I watch as my cum leaks from her tight hole.

Without looking away, I snatch her phone from the mattress and use her face to unlock it.

“What are you?—”

I start the video and scoop my cum with a curl of my index and middle finger and shove it back in.

She gasps, her back arching.

“Look at the mess I’ve made of you,” I croon. When more leaks out, I shove that in too. Like the other video, I send it to my phone. I even take a few pictures in case she never lets me do this again.

“What’s with the videos?” she asks, her breath beginning to return to normal.

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