Page 39 of Addicted

Her pussy was hovering near my chest as she leaned back to continue her torture, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I bit at her thigh and pulled my fingers free from her. She cried out at the loss of them. I smacked her clit and watched her yelp as she shuffled back a little more.

“Make yourself cum on my dick.”

Her tits swung in my face, tempting me with a taste, so I took a bite.

She yelped, smacking my chest. I chuckled as her lips trailed across my neck and she bit me back.

“They were right there, Denny. I’m only a man,” I groaned the words as she pulled at my skin with her teeth and started to kiss her way down my chest.

I could practically feel her roll her eyes as she began to tongue my skin. She was torturing me. Each movement was slow and calculated. Her fingernails dragging across my skin, her tongue darting out every so often to lick as well as kiss.

I let her take control even though I was yearning to dig my hands into her hair. The desire to make her do whatwe both wanted was eating at me. I was almost vibrating with the need to make her submit, to sit her tight pussy down and keep making her shake, milking me until I came inside her.

She deserved gentle as much as she deserved rough.

And as much as my balls ached to let loose inside her again, I let her move at her pace. Her pussy grinding on my face didn’t kill me, but if being teased to death by this gorgeous goddess was it for me, I’d happily take it. Please, and fucking, thank you.

Denise leaned back, her fingernails dragging up my thighs and past my hips. I groaned, watching her mouth tilt up as she smiled. My dick jumped against her skin as she positioned her hips over mine.

She looked down at me, that same silly glint in her eyes as she licked her lips. Her fingers touched my soaking beard, and I brought my hands to her thighs.

Smirking, she tapped my chest twice with her palm, “Maybe I am tired after all—”

Oh, absolutely not.

I reached up and grabbed her by the waist as I thrust up into her, pumping her full of my dick. I moaned as she gasped, her eyes drifting shut. Her hands flew to my chest as fingers dug into my skin so she could support herself.

I lowered my hips back down to the bed, feeling her muscles caressing and squeezing me as she settled her weight into me. She took a breath, and I watched her lipspart as she adjusted to having my dick seated deep inside her.

“Nah. You’re gonna fuck this dick. And, in the morning, I’m making waffles.”

She blinked once and then twice before bringing both of her hands up to her face as she giggled. The elation in her giggles set me off and I laughed as she rested her forehead against my chest.

I felt my cheeks start to heat. Who in the hell quotesShrekwhile they’re fucking? Especially when they’re dick-deep in a pussy that had them wondering if the meaning of life could be found seated between two perfect thighs.

“Hugh,” she said, still laughing.

“Denise,” I replied.

“Donkey!” she yelled.

That was it. Now we were both cackling, shaking the bed with full-on belly laughs. I felt her pussy clenching as she snorted. She must’ve felt it too because as she continued to giggle, she tilted her hips and gave me the friction I’d been waiting for.

My laugh turned to a hiss as she leaned back toward my legs and gave me the glorious view of our bodies joined together before she moved her hips. I watched her pussy cling to my dick, hugging it tight as she took her sweet time moving up and down on me.

She bit her lip as she concentrated on her movements. God, this view. I didn’t know how long I could hold off on coming.

“I’m really expecting waffles,” she moaned.

I reached forward, my fingers moving up and down on her wet slit, teasing her.

She slammed down harder and found a delicious rhythm, bouncing up and down, her tits deliciously swaying just out of reach. I rested my hand on her hip as she tightened on me, she was close to coming and so was I.

“You keep fucking me like this, you’ll get more than waffles. Your name will be on my deed. And I’ll putmyring on that fucking finger.”

She shuddered, bouncing faster, sliding up and down on me as I circled her clit. I was teasing her, watching as she worked herself more and more to chase her orgasm. My chest clenched tight at the sight of her riding me and chasing her pleasure.

It was worth the test of my control to watch her body dance above me. But I needed her to cum. I wanted to see the ecstasy etched on her face as her eyes rolled back and her spirit moved outside of her body. I moved my fingers quicker, chasing her as she fucked me.

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