Page 76 of Fly Back to Me
She picks her head up, swallowing past a fat lump under famished, green eyes.
My hungry stare trails every lick of movement, targeting the way her hand skates down the length of her belly. I mutter a curse through smothered lungs, only a shaving of self-control left to ingest.
Her tongue pokes out to wet her sleek lips, her blush-tipped fingers settling on her swollen clit. My eyes drink in the way she strokes herself, concentrating on the way she circles around her sweet bundle more fervently after the first few swirls.
“Mmph,” she whimpers.
I travel my gaze up to her taut nipples stabbing through the sheer material, her tits rising and falling with each staccato breath. And when I lift my perusal higher, I catch her dazed stare bolted to mine.
A soft sob trickles from her, my eye contact throwing herhead back. I glide one palm to her inner thigh, my posture still sunken in the seat as I massage her tender flesh. My other hand unbuckles my belt, the jingling of the metal returning her attention to me.
She continues to play with her pussy, her teeth digging into her lower lip when I unfasten my jeans. My fingers tug my boxer briefs over my hard cock, springing it free before slowly jerking it off in front of her.
Our lips split in sync as we watch each other’s hands, and my palm squeezes the head of my dick on every ascent. I spew out a few stifled breaths as I preserve a steady pace, all the while thinking about plunging my cock deep inside that perfect cunt. Our groans and breaths mesh together, all of our pent-up cries just waiting to burst free.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so wet,” I gruff out. “All for me?”
“Yes,” she mewls. “I can’t take it.”
I choke my cock on the next upstroke, a low growl running from my lips as my body tenses. “Use your fingers. Fuck that pretty pussy.”
Olivia’s fingers instantly dip inside her, my jaw flinching as I knead the hot flesh of her inner thigh. Her shiny digits pump in and out, skidding up every so often to roll her puffy clit.
All I want is to bathe in those sweet juices.
Fucking shower in them until I drown.
“You gonna make that hot pussy come for me? Huh?” I murmur.
Her head angles back on a whine, her free hand yanking the lace down from one breast.
“Fuck,” I whisper harshly. My hand beats my dick harder when she tweaks her peach nipple between her fingers. “Look at me,” I grind out.
Doing as I say, she folds her bottom lip between her teeth.
I nod in encouragement, an incineration igniting on myskin as our eyes plummet into each other. “That’s it, just keep watching me,” I breathe. “Your pussy, your scent. All of it is so fucking good, baby.”
Her trembling leg rocks against my fingers, her lower belly stiffening with every deliberate stroke she inflicts on her cunt.
“Oh yeah, there it is. You’re doing such a good job, baby,” I breathe, delivering a quick slap to her thigh before massaging the area. “Come on, let me see it.”
And that’s all it takes.
Her brows draw in as she circles her clit a few more times, crying out in raw rapture with my name branded on her lips. “Cade! Oh fuck.”
Surges of pleasure wrack her body, and my palm tears from her thigh to lay it over her shuddering abdomen. Her free hand clutches mine, cuddling it as she succumbs to the ripples of her climax.
Every tremor of her orgasm melts into my rough palm.
My stamina snaps, my fist beating my cock through every rapid pump. I fall back against the chair, the stacking pressure in my balls finally erupting when I hear her next moan.
I blow into my hand, shots of cum slapping to my stomach as I finally land on the same pinnacle. Our bodies heave in tandem, whines knotting through the air as her delicate fingers squeeze my own. And when her nails graze my skin, she ignites one last shiver down my spine before I’m depleting.
Thick smoke parts from around us, the scent of our sticky desire scattered throughout the small room. Our breathing relaxes, the bated oxygen from our lungs mellowing just as her grip on me does.
I lean forward, kissing the inside of her silk palm that was resting on my hand. She carefully drops her feet from the armrests while covering her breast back up, then rotates to pluck a few tissues from the corner of the desk.
“Here,” she says softly, extending them to me.
