Page 55 of Body Shot

“I want to be skin to skin.” She rises onto her knees so I can shove my shorts down, then I help her get hers off, along with panties. She lowers herself onto me. I’m about to stop her—because no condom—but instead of taking me inside, she slides her wet pussy along the length of my cock, the tip of it lying on my belly. With her feet hooked over my thighs, she moves on me. Jesus. It’s so fucking dirty I think my entire body is on fire.

I stare down between us to see the shiny smooth head of my cock and her glistening pink pussy lips sliding along the shaft, back and forth. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I groan. “You’re surprising me, Professor. Look at you taking over and getting creative.”

Her smile is sultry. “I’m surprising myself.” She bites her lip and moves on me again. “But I’m just doing what feels good.”

“That does feel good. Christ. You’re making me crazy. Need to be inside you, but no condom.”

“We’ll just do this, then.” And she reaches behind her again to finger my balls. They draw up tight against my body. Her other hand plants on my chest and she slides back and forth along my length. Sparks race through me, every nerve ending electrified, tension building in my spine, my balls aching.

“Is this working for you?” I ask hoarsely.

“Oh yeah.”

“Good. ’Cause I’m losing my mind.”

“Good.” She gives me a wicked little smile.

I slide lower into the couch and skim my hands up under her tank top to her breasts, squeezing them, then pinching her nipples. She pants in choppy bursts, eyelids half-closed, lips parted. She moves faster and then she lets out a fractured cry, her body going still other than her pussy pulsing in tiny movements against me.

That sends me over. I shout as a bolt of heat surges up my dick and explodes, my dick jerking with each pulse, coming on my stomach. I think my heart is going to burst out of my chest. When I can wrench my eyes open, I focus on Hayden perched on my lap, her hot wet pussy still on my cock, jizz all over my abs and some on the couch. She gazes down at that with a fascinated expression, her cheeks pink.

“Wow,” she whispers. “That was hot.”

“Christ.” My head falls back into the cushions, my body weak and quaking. “Hot doesn’t even begin to describe that. Incendiary, maybe.”

She leans over and kisses me. “I have to move. My hips are seizing up.”

I close my hands over her waist, enjoying how delicate she feels, and lift her off me, swinging her around to plant her ass on the couch. She lets out a shocked little gasp.

I lean forward and pluck a couple of tissues from a box on the table, and swipe them over my belly, watching her all the while. “Damn, you look sexy like that. Your hair all wild, wearing nothing but a little tank top that shows off your nipples. Your cheeks all rosy.”

She swallows and presses her hands to her cheeks. “Oh my God. I must look hideous.”

“Fuck no. The word I used was ‘sexy.’ ” I snag more tissues and wipe off the couch, then drop back beside her, bare ass to the red leather. “You know, you’re right. This leather couch is very practical for sex.”

She starts laughing and bends over at the waist. “Well, I can honestly tell you I wasnotthinking about having sex on this couch when I bought it.”

“Seriously? A red leather couch? Youhadto be thinking about having sex on it. A red leather couch just screams ‘let’s fuck right here, right now.’ ”

She laughs harder and I pull her into my arms.

“I’dbe thinking about sex if I was buying a red leather couch.”

“I’m so shocked.”

Now I laugh and tuck her face into my neck. “I think we need to put our clothes back on or we’ll be fucking again, right here.”

“Oh, come on. You’ve already done it twice in one night.”

I make a wounded sound. “Are you questioning my virility?”

She kisses my neck with a little tongue. Pleasure slides down my spine. “I’m teasing you.”

Her sense of humor doesn’t surprise me anymore, but every time she shows it, I get a weird feeling in my chest.

“And yes, putting clothes back on would be a good idea.” She moves away from me and bends to pick up her panties, standing to primly tug them on.

“Nice panties.” I tap her butt in the little black bikini panties edged with ivory lace.

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