Page 123 of This Life and All the Rest
“Fucking hell, Lennon.”
He props himself up on one arm and reaches between us, pressing his dick against my pussy, then thrusts, running his erection through my pussy lips and over my clit.
I can feel the rigidness of his cock as he moves himself back and forth over me. It’s erotic, and I need more. I whimper and twist my nipples again before thrusting with him.
“There we go, baby,” Macon says as I move on him. He halts his movements, so I’m dragging my pussy over his erection. “Yeah, move just like that.”
He’s watching our bodies move with eyes almost black. He licks his full lips then bites his teeth into the lower one, his nostrils flaring with his fast breaths.
“Say it again,” I ask, and he flicks his eyes to mine.
He searches my eyes for an answer, then his lips curl up into a sinful smirk.
“Be agood girlfor me, Lennon Capri,” he says slowly, and my pussy pulses with need.
I whimper, thrusting harder, rubbing the head of his cock over my clit.
“Fuck my cock until you come again.”
As he finishes his sentence, my body tenses with another orgasm, and he thrusts his cock into me before it’s over. He pounds fast, riding out the quaking of my release with a guttural groan.
“Fuck, you squeeze me so tight, baby,” he says.
He pushes in again, grinding his pelvis against me, then pulls all the way out, slapping the head of his dick on my swollen clit. I gasp, and he does it all over again.
“Macon, that feels so good. You feel so good.”
He does it twice more before pulling out and falling next to me on his back, then maneuvering me so I’m straddling his waist. We grab his cock together as I lift onto my knees, positioning him at my entrance before I slide down over him with a deep moan.
I lean back and put my hands behind me on Macon’s thighs, then I pulse on him, lifting myself up then falling back down. Slowly at first, then faster.
“Fuck, you fuck me so good,” he says, his voice strangled and breathless. He watches like he’s in awe of me, and I relish the power I have over him.
He grabs onto my hips as I ride him, and I watch him watch me. His eyes caress every inch of my exposed flesh, but they keep falling back to our connection, where he’s sliding in and out of me, as I move up and down on top of him.
I bring my hands up and lace them behind my head, and he groans, palming one of my breasts as I swivel my hips on his pelvis. He tweaks one of my nipples, and I gasp, riding him harder.
“There’s my good girl,” he says.
He brings his thumb to my clit and presses hard before rubbing me in circles. My pussy clenches and he groans.
“Fuck, my good girl is such a slut for me.”
“Yes,” I say, quivering around him, “for you.”
“Only for me,” he says with a growl, and suddenly, I’m being flipped onto my back, my legs are shoved together, and they’re thrown up over one of Macon’s shoulders.
When he slams back into me, it’s so deep that I gasp.
“You’re a fucking slut for me, Lennon Capri. You’remygood girl. You’remyslut.”
“Yours.”
My words are a breathless whisper. Macon’s pumping into me so fast that I’m rocketing to my orgasm. I dig my fingers into his biceps, holding on tight as he brings me to the edge, closer and closer until...
“Come,” he growls, and I explode around him with a guttural moan.
Tears stream down my face from the force of my orgasm as I ride it out. He doesn’t stop fucking me. Doesn’t stop hitting me so deep.
