Page 43 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“Right. Why would I take offense to the woman I just fucked fantasizing over a fake man instead of the one in front of her?” I grumbled.

“See? You get it!”

“Actually, I don’t. What does this guy have that I don’t?”

“Well, aside from thick, black wings and a smoldering gaze?”

“I could be smoldering,” I muttered.

“Oh, I know you could. I saw it under the trickle of water we like to call a waterfall.” She was fucking laughing at me, but what the fuck was I supposed to think when the woman was more obsessed with a book character than me? I couldn’t sprout large, black wings.

But I could fuck her so good that she’d forget about her fucking book characters.

“Tell me about these men. What is it like?”

“What do you mean?”

“One of your scenes,” I said, slipping my hand in hers and tugging her closer. “Tell me how they fuck.”

Her eyes rounded and red painted her cheeks as I slid my hand around her waist and gripped her ass, setting her astride my lap. Her skirt bunched up around her waist, giving me a nice peek at her pussy.

Sliding my hand up her thigh, I swirled my thumb in circles, inching closer to her pussy as I skimmed my nose along the column of her neck. “Tell me what these men do.” My tongue lashed against her, and then I drew her salty skin into my mouth, sucking hard until I earned a whimper from her sweet voice. “Tell me how they make you come.”

Her breath rushed from her lungs as she panted with every kiss. I could feel the heat pulsing from her pussy, begging for me to touch her, to make her cream on my fingers. Brushing my thumb over her clit, I tapped it once, grinning against her throat when she gasped. Fuck, she liked playing. I could get on board with that.

Pushing her panties aside, I slid my thumb over her clit again, and this time, I tapped out a rhythm, thumping her a little harder every time. Her hands wound around my neck, holding on tight as her pussy throbbed against my hand.

“Do they fuck you hard?” I asked, sliding my tongue to the base of her neck. My fingers slid inside, fingering her prettypussy. She tightened around me, rocking her hips as I slowly slid them inside. Three fucking fingers deep in her, I could feel her need growing by the second. She wanted to be fucked long and hard.

“H—hard,” she whimpered, rocking her body against my fingers.

“Yeah? What else?” I brushed my thumb back and forth along her clit, pulsing my fingers in and out of her as my cock raged in my pants. There was nothing more I wanted than to pull out my cock and bury myself inside her, but I was determined to prove I was better than any fantasy.

“They…” She shook her head, fighting what she really wanted.

“Fucking tell me, baby.” I swallowed her whimpers, kissing her hard as I wrapped my hand around her hair and yanked her closer to me. She gushed on my fingers as I tugged her harder, forcing her mouth to fuse with mine.

“He—Oh, God,” she moaned when I slid my fingers out of her pussy and circled her tight hole.

“You like that?”

Panting breaths made it impossible for her to finish her sentence. I pressed hard as I circled, but never entered. I needed to know she actually wanted that first.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me how good they fuck.”

“Hard,” she panted. “Intense. Bruising.”

I tore at the buttons on her shirt, ripping it open in my desperation to reach her heaving breasts. My lips latched onto her nipple through the fabric of her bra, sucking hard. Groaning, I tugged the cup down and took my fill, sucking that tight bud into my mouth and nipping at it with my teeth as my other hand circled her ass harder.

Her body rocked against mine and the most indecent moans flew from her lips as she rode my cock through my pants. I was about to fucking explode.

“Take my cock out, baby.” When she didn’t immediately respond, I gripped her by the hair and forced her to look at me. “Take me out and sink down on my cock. Let me feel that pretty pussy swallow me.”

Her eyes were drowning in desire, and as her hands deftly slid my pants open, she never wavered from my stare. I hissed as her hand wrapped around my cock and pumped it several times, rubbing her thumb across the tip.

“That’s it,” I ground out. “Stroke me.” I clenched my jaw hard as she tightened her grip. “Now, sink that pretty pussy down on my cock and take me. Swallow me whole and strangle my dick.”

Slowly, she rose up on her knees and hovered over me before easing down on my hard cock. I was barely holding on. The desire in her eyes was nearly my undoing. But somehow, I fought the urge to blow my load before I even felt her wrapped around me.

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