Page 93 of Pour Decisions
Fully seated, I groaned, dropping my forehead to hers. “Fuck, Whiskey. I knew you were made for me. Do you feel that? Do you feel how perfectly you fit around me?”
Delia whimpered in response, and I straightened to lock my attention between us, retreating slowly before slamming back in. I loved the way her tits bounced with the movement, how she slammed her eyes shut and tucked that full bottom lip between her teeth. As though she was stopping herself from making any noise.
I freed her lip with my thumb, then dipped the finger into her mouth. Her eyes flew open, and she bit down on it, swirling her tongue over the pad before I withdrew. “Don’t hold back, baby,” I said. “I want to hear you. Tell me how good you feel.”
“I’m so full,” she said. “It’s so good, QB. But I needmore.”
“Fast and hard?”
“Mm,” she moaned as I increased my pace.
“Touch yourself.”
“Why?” she asked, almost as though she couldn’t help being contrary, but she slinked those long, thin fingers, between her legs, the deep red tips obscene against her clit and next to my flushed and swollen cock as I pumped in and out.
“We’re a team.”
“In this?”
“Ineverything,” I corrected. Already, my orgasm coiled at the base of my spine, tingling my skin, preparing to unleash. “I need you to come with me.”
She didn’t say anything in response, only flattened those three fingers and rubbed herself with quick circles. Her nails scraped my shaft with each of my thrusts. With her other hand, she reached up to grab hold of my chain.
“Been waiting for the day I had this swinging in my face.”
It was too much. Too much sensation, too much pleasure, too much energy pushing against my skin, begging to be let out. Too many sinful words from my filthy girl.
I dropped forward, my hands on either side of her head, my hips slamming into her. All finesse lost to the desire to send us both over the edge. My balls drew up tighter at the same moment her walls clamped like a fist around me. We barreled toward that cliff, out of control and unable to stop. Delia met every pulse of my hips greedily, her grip on my chain anchoring me close.
As if I was going anywhere.
We went soaring off the ledge in unison, Delia’s orgasm tearing a scream free from her throat as she pulsed forcefully around me. My arms collapsed, my entire body weight pressing Delia deeperinto the mattress as I buried my face in her neck, groaning her name mixed with unintelligible words into her skin as I spilled long and hot inside her. The edges of my vision darkened, my muscles quaking. Her whole body spasmed beneath me, the aftershocks rolling like endless waves over her, her pussy still pulsing around me long after I’d emptied myself.
When she stilled at last, I lifted myself and brushed her hair off her face.
“Sorry for crushing you,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“There are worse ways to go,” she laughed, offering her mouth to me.
I gave her a peck then pulled away and sat up, slowly pulling my cock from her warmth.
“Ah,” she breathed as I slipped free.
“Sensitive?” I smirked.
“A bit.”
Though it should’ve taken some time for me to be ready for round two, when my eyes caught sight of my cum leaking from her, my cock instantly perked back up.
I reached down and stuffed my finger into her entrance, and she twitched.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “I’m going to fill you with my cum at least once every day just to watch it drip out of this pussy.”
She heaved herself up to sitting, then scrambled onto all fours and turned her ass to me. “How about we go again right now?”
I swore again as she dropped to her forearms, raising that perfect ass into the air. Begging for me to take her like this.
“You’re ruining me, Whiskey.”
