Page 83 of The Last Thing
Sometimes she doesn’t want anything more than me gently stroking her clit, but when she wants sex like this, she’s ravenous.
I work her clit faster, slowing my thrusts.
“Yes, yes…” She throws her head back as she cries out, her pussy spasming around my cock in hard pulses. “Oh my god.”
My abs burn from holding back, but I need to make sure she has everything she needs first.
“I need more. Not hard, but more…”
“I understand. Lie on your back.”
She shifts, and I thrust deeper and pull out farther, though I keep my strokes gentle.
“Yes. Just like that.” She claws at my back, dragging me down so I’m hovering over her.
“Do you have another orgasm for me?”
She nods vigorously.
“Good. Work your clit. Keep your eyes on me.”
Her eyes widen slightly, then lock on mine as her hand slips between her legs.
“Just like that. Such a good girl, baby. I can’t wait to feel your pussy squeeze my cock, to fill you with my cum.”
I wrap my hand around the side of her neck.
“I need to come so badly,” I whine. “Are you going to milk my cock?”
“Yes,” she moans, working her fingers faster.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Say my name.”
Her eyes flare.
It’s one thing she hasn’t done yet. Probably another little way of holding back, even if I don’t understand why. She’s called me Deck, Decker, and Mr. Decker in bed. But she’s never called me Wilson.
I move a little faster, and she cries out again.
“Say my name, Hallie.”
She stares at me for a moment more, then it finally falls from her lips.
“Wilson.”
“That’s my girl,” I groan.
Her breathing quickens.
“Oh…Wilson. Wilson,” she cries out as her eyes roll back and her beautiful body racks with spasms.
Her coming while crying out my name sends me flying over the edge. My spine tingles and my balls tighten as she squeezes my cock. “Fuck. Hallie.” Her name is a high-pitched moan as I spill inside her, marking her as mine all over again.
My eyes fall shut as I ride out my high, her pussy still occasionally pulsing around me.
