Page 39 of The Family Man

“Think about how great you would feel as I suck slowly on that clit.”

I want her to use my face as a throne. In time, it will all happen in time.

“Put your fingers back on your pussy. I know it’s ready for me to slide in. It’s ready. right?”

“It’s so fucking ready.” Her voice trembles.

“Take your fingers and slide them slowly into that tight. chocolate pussy, Sage.” My back tightens even more. My body begins to lift off the bed. “Feed your tight cunt, baby. Push your fingers in knuckle deep. Slowly, Sage.”

Her breath skips, like her fingers are too much.

“Hold it deep inside of you and think about having my cock there. Fucking squeeze it, Sage.”

I stroke my cock faster. My veins on my cock are all standing out.

“Think about me sliding it all in, Sage. Inside of you. Can you feel that, Sage? As I slowly pull back and slide my hard cock back into your juicy pussy.”

I lick my lips wanting to feel more than just my hand.

“Ah shit, Zac.” She’s purring in my ear.

“You feel so fucking good! I will hold your hips tight and start fucking you faster.” Shit, I want to come. “I want to fuck you hard and fast, Sage. Will you let me, baby?”

“Yes, please,” she sobs into my ear.

“Can you feel me getting faster, Sage. Stroke your pussy faster for me.”

She whimpers; I can hear the soft sounds of her wet pussy.

“That’s a good girl. I’m going to pound your pussy hard, Sage. I want to push my hips as hard as I can against you.”

I am trying to keep myself from coming. “Just a little bit longer,”I think to myself.

“I want you to ride me. I want to watch your breasts go up and down on me. Fuck!”

My stomach trembles as I can feel my orgasm creeping up my spine. “I’m sliding inside of you so easy. Your pussy is that wet. Move your fucking fingers faster, Sage.”

“Shit, Zac, I wanna come,” she cries.

Thank God. “Pound your pussy with your fingers, Sage. Squeeze your nipple and make your body come. Fuck!”

“Yes, Zac.”

“God, I can’t wait so stretch you out with my fucking cock. Squeeze your nipple and fucking come for daddy.”

“Oh, Zac.”

“No, baby doll, after you fucking come. I’m going to become your fucking daddy. Now come for fucking me,” I commanded.

“Oh my God, Zac. I am co—” Her voice breaks off and then she screams.

Her scream sends me over the edge as my cock erupts. I stop breathing. My body tenses and stream upon stream of come hits my stomach. I can’t breathe. I feel like I’m dying, and I am loving every minute of this death.

“FUCK!” I shout hoping I didn’t wake my kids, the music may not, but the shout I just gave could wake the neighborhood.

We are both breathing hard over the phone; my brain is taking its time to get back online.

“Sage?” I call her name, my voice is heavier than before.

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