Page 15 of Envious Girl
Thrusting in and out of her over and over, going faster and faster, holding her hips in one hand and her hands above her head with the other.
He let those go and ran his hand over her breasts, plucking and playing with her nipples, making them go hard again.
She was writhing on the bed as he did that and then he ran his finger lightly over her clit and she cried out his name and her pussy clenched on his cock even tighter if that was even possible.
He could barely hold his rhythm, but damn it, she would come first, and then he would fill her so full of his seed that it would drip down her ass to the bed.
That thought made his cock jerk and he sped up his thrusts, making the bed hit the wall over and over and he rubbed her clit a little harder and she went over the edge, arching up a little off the bed as she did.
Her pussy clenched and unclenched and he followed her over the edge, coming deep inside her.
He chanted her name over and over, and then collapsed to the side and pulled her into his arms.
He panted against her hair and she also seemed to struggle for breath.
“That was. Intense.”
He gave a soft chuckle, and nodded, “It was.”
She turned in his arms, “That was my first time.”
He felt his lips quirk a little, “I know Mo Ghra. It was mine too.”
She smiled and snuggled into his chest.
He shut his eyes, content and at peace.
His girl. His woman. His whole damn life was in between his arms.
