Page 112 of Highball Rush
I was so close, my pussy hot and clenching around his fingers. He growled again and the vibration sent me over the edge. Leaning my head back, I rode out my orgasm, the pulses rippling through me in waves.
He still didn’t stop, and my climax stretched out until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Stop,” I begged, starting to giggle again. “Stop, oh god, Gibson.”
His face lifted, his mouth wet, and he grinned. “Told you you’d beg me to stop.”
My legs fell to the sides and my arms flopped onto the bed. “That was amazing.”
“Good. But I’m not finished with you. On your knees, beautiful.”
I smiled back at him. Gladly. I still wanted to feel his cock inside me.
He muscled me onto my tummy, then grabbed my hips to lift my ass into the air. I braced myself on my forearms and looked back at him over my shoulder.
Caressing my skin, he looked me over. “So beautiful. God, I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now get busy fucking me.”
Biting his bottom lip, he took his dick in his hand and stroked a few times.
“Keep going,” I said. I wanted to watch him make himself hard.
He stroked a little faster and his cock quickly hardened. His abs flexed and he squeezed my ass with his other hand.
“You like that, baby?” he asked, still stroking himself.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “That’s so hot.”
“How about this?” He slid his hand to the base of his shaft and scooted closer to me. Then he rubbed the tip up and down my slit.
I moaned at the feel of him rubbing himself all over me. “That’s good.”
Focusing the tip right over my clit, he rubbed it up and down fast. “Holy fuck, this looks good.”
Pressure built again as he teased my clit with his cock. I rocked my hips back, seeking more. The friction was good, but I needed to feel him filling me.
“Gibson,” I whimpered.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Gibson, please.”
“You want this?”
I looked over my shoulder and he stroked his cock again. Fast, this time, like he was serious. His abs were tight, his chest glistening with sweat. He groaned, his jaw clenched, as he rubbed his hard length, his fist moving up and down his thick shaft.
“You better put that cock inside me,” I said.
“Yeah?” he asked, still stroking hard.
I rocked backward. “Now, Gibs.”
Grabbing my hips, he shoved his cock into my soaking wet pussy. I cried out at the sudden pressure—the agonizingly sweet feeling of his thickness inside me. Two hard thrusts and my inner muscles danced, vibrating with tension.
He smacked my ass check with a sharp crack. I arched harder, the sting of it driving me crazy. One more smack and I laughed. Safe in Gibson’s bedroom, I was uninhibited and free. I loved the way he made me feel deliciously dirty in all the best ways.
“I’m gonna come so hard in you, baby,” he growled. “This pussy feels fucking amazing.”
