Page 40 of Veil of Smoke

I spread her wide. Thrust in hard. She pushes back, meeting every stroke, her pussy dripping down my cock.

“Right there,” she moans, rocking against me. “Don’t stop.”

I don’t. I pound into her, hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks. “You’re so wet,” I say, voice raw.

“For you,” she gasps. “Harder.”

I give it to her. Slam deep, relentless. She shouts, head dropping, and I reach under, finding her clit.

“Fuck, yes,” she cries, trembling as I rub her fast. “I’m coming.”

“Come with me,” I growl, thrusting wild now.

She does. Her pussy clamps down, pulsing hard, and she screams my name, soaking me. I lose it, thrusting once more, spilling inside her with a rough shout.

She collapses forward. I follow, chest pressed to her back, both of us panting.

“Fuck,” she mutters, laughing soft. “That was good.”

“Yeah,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “You’re unreal.”

She twists under me. Rolls onto her back. Pulls me down beside her.

“Not done,” she says, eyes glinting.

I raise a brow. “You serious?”

She climbs over me. Straddles my chest this time. “Dead serious.”

Her pussy’s right there, glistening, and she slides up, hovering over my face.

“Eat me,” she says, voice firm.

I grab her thighs. Pull her down. My tongue licks her clit, slow at first, tasting her.

“Fuck,” she moans, hands in my hair. “Right there.”

I suck her clit hard. She grinds against my mouth, riding my face.

“Yeah,” I say against her, muffled. “Take it.”

She does. Rocks faster, dripping onto my chin. “I’m coming again,” she gasps, thighs shaking.

I keep going. Lick her through it, feeling her pulse against my tongue as she cries out, loud and broken.

She slides off. Collapses beside me. Her chest heaves, sweat slicking her skin.

“Fuck, Dario,” she pants. “You’re too good at that.”

I grin. “You started it.”

She laughs. Reaches for my cock, still half-hard. “My turn again.”

She strokes me, slow and lazy, bringing me back to life. “Get hard for me,” she says, watching my face.

“Already there,” I grunt, hips shifting.

She climbs on top. Sinks onto me again, slower this time, savoring it.

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