Page 53 of His Reward
He’s so thick and hard inside me that my pussy barely has room to squeeze, which makes me clench even harder, and that intensifies my pleasure.
My mind is mush and my body goes slack.My breathing is ragged as I recover from coming hard on my dad’s best friend’s cock.I’m a rag doll in his arms when he rolls us, reversing our position.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans.“You didn’t even let me go when I turned us.”
He rocks his hips, sliding his cock into me at a much gentler pace.I moan and roll my hips to accept him.He sweeps his hands down my back then cups and squeezes my ass possessively.
“Sit up and give me a ride, sweetheart.”
My face warms as I lift myself upright, pressing my knees into the carpet on either side of his hips.A faint mischievous smile curves his lips.He loves teasing me.I’ve been the one protesting against and resisting this the most.Yet, here I am, loving every second, and he knows it.
I plant my hands on his chest and we groan together as I roll my hips, sliding myself on his hard length.
“Mmh… you’re filling up my pussy so good, Mal.”I close my eyes and moan shamelessly, loving how fantastic it feels to sink down onto his thickness.“Your cock is thebest.I love taking itdeep.”
“Fuck…” he rasps, squeezing my ass again.“That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life…”
My filthy words clearly have an effect.He grabs my hips and takes control, bouncing me on his cock while he thrusts up inside me.I can barely move.The most I can do is moan and accept him filling me over and over again.
His grip on my hips tightens.He’s harder than ever, throbbing inside me as he drives his hips upward.He’s shaking, his thrusts urgent, low groans rumbling in his chest.Then he wraps his arms around me and slows down until he stops moving.
“You feel too good…” he groans.“It’s driving me crazy…”
Malcolm pulls me down for another scorching kiss that I eagerly return.He caresses my shoulders, slides his hands down my back, cups my ass and squeezes it while he groans into my mouth.
His hips resume movement, his cock sliding in and out of me at a leisurely pace.My hands in his hair, I rock my body down to meet his thrusts.
Malcolm sits upright and peels off my tank top.He removes his shirt next and I sweep my hand over his broad, muscular chest in admiration.
He caresses my back as he worships other parts of my body with his mouth.I cling to his shoulders and continue moving on his cock as he trails kisses down my neck.
He tilts me back to kiss a path from my chest to my right nipple, sucking it greedily, his tongue swirling around it.His possessive caress explores my body and he moves his head to my other breast to suckle it too.I moan, my pussy squeezing around him as his warm mouth tugs my flesh.
He slips his mouth off my breast and presses his warm forehead to mine, squeezing my waist, then he lies back and pulls me off his cock.
“I’ve been craving my favourite snack all week.Sit on my face and let me taste it.”
I stare down at him in shock.
“I’ve never done that.”
No other man has ever asked me to do that either.
He licks his lips.“Today is the first of many.”
I cautiously shuffle forward.It’s no different than lying on my back, but I’m embarrassed being above him with my pussy in his face.
When I look down, Malcolm’s hungry expression eases the tension in my body.He grabs my thighs and pulls me lower until my pussy is flush to his mouth.
He parts his lips and gives me a firm, slow lick.I gasp and shudder, the shock of stimulation making me buck my hips and grind my pussy on his mouth.
“Oh…” I moan.
As Malcolm eagerly laps my pussy from below, my self-consciousness totally disappears.I grip his head and widen my thighs, grinding my pussy on his mouth.
The filthy wet sounds as he licks and sucks me fill the living room, along with my moans.He moves his hands up and down my thighs, his groans rumbling through me.
He slides his tongue over my seam, parting me.I cry out when he devotes his full attention to my clit, sucking my button while he laps it.My walls clench with pleasure.
