Page 100 of Counting On You

This woman is everything I shouldn’t want.

Her fingers circle around the base while her tongue begins to lick eagerly. She sucks me in, her mouth hot, tight, her throat making tiny noises that signal she’s enjoying this as much as I am.

I fist my hand in her hair to hold her head, but I don’t push. I want our rhythm to be hers to control. Up and down she goes until I’m getting dangerously close to spill before the real fun’s even begun.

Fuck. It’s been two weeks since my dick’s seen any action and Vicky’s perfect little mouth isn’t exactly helping my self control.

“That’s enough.” I push her away, gently but with enough force to let her know I mean it.

“What we’re doing is just a little fun. Nothing more. Nothing less. Now are you going to kiss me or not?” she asks. “Or is it customary for sex addicts to wait so long.”

My lips jerk at the tiny jab. “Let’s not keep a lady in need waiting.”

“Sounds like a great philosophy to live by.” A sexy grin tugs at her lips. “I want you to touch me.”

My eyes lock onto her tits hungrily. They look fucking amazing, soft and tight and way too delicious not to pay them the attention they deserve.

Maybe I’ll play with them later. Now that sweet pussy of hers is all I can think about.

“I’ll take it from here, sweetheart.”

I grab her hips and place myself behind her, one hand settled at the back of her nape, the other forcing her legs apart. Her ass is sticking straight up in the air; her pussy’s on full display.

I take my time running my fingers over her swollen lips, spreading the wetness that’s already there—for me.

“Kade.” Her voice is a heavy whisper, imploring, demanding.

“Shhh. You are perfect in every way. I want to savor this.”

My finger finds her entry, and I press it inside, curling it as I thrust it into her. She arcs her back, then sticks out her ass, wanting more. I add another finger, opening her, preparing her for me. Her walls clench and unclench, swelling around me as I thrust in and out, coating her in her own lube.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight,” I say, even though it’s pretty obvious where we’re headed.

The little sound she’s making is driving me insane. This is so good, I can barely think straight. My cock’s pulsating with life and eagerness. My balls are hurting, tugging at the last remnants of my self restraint. All my nerves are firing. I can’t wait any longer. I have to have her now, or else I’ll come like a teen fingering his girlfriend for the first time.

I pull my fingers out of her and quickly coat my cock with her juices. Vicky glares over her shoulder. When she notices what I’m doing she smiles, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight around us.

“Yes. Finally.”

Suddenly I know what I want. Feeling naked skin on skin isn’t going to be enough. I need everything she can give. I need to give her everything I have.

I trail my fingertips down her spine, around her hips, to her glorious ass. It is glorious—all round and ripe. I spread her lips and brush the tip of my cock down her entrance to her clit.

Vicky gasps and pushes her hips out, silently begging me for more.

“Kade. I swear if you continue to keep me waiting, I’ll—”

Her voice breaks off as I slide my entire length into her. Her body stretches to take every inch of it, but damn, she’s tight. Her breathing comes out as a moan. She’s struggling to fit me inside her just as much as I’m struggling not to come on the spot.

“Feel how hard you make me?” I manage between ragged breaths. “This is all for you, Vicky. Say you want it.”

“I want it.” She moans and rotates her hips, drawing me deeper into her.

I tangle my fist in her hair and push her head down as I begin to thrust in and out of her. I watch my cock plunge inside her, her milky skin glistening around it. I haven’t been bare with a woman in years, but with Vicky it feels right.

“I want you to come around me.” Changing my rhythm, I lean over her and trail my teeth over her naked shoulder. My hard shaft’s rubbing against her front wall. Her breathing is barely more than tiny gasps intermingled with soft cries. I begin to thrust harder, faster, hitting the spot that rewards me with a high moan.

“Yes, Kade. Fuck.”

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