Page 83 of One Shot

She looks up at me with burning desire in her eyes before the tip of my cock disappears into her mouth. A shudder runs through me as she eagerly sucks just the tip, teasing me. The tip of her tongue flicks over the crown of my cock before I’m deep in her throat. She moans against my cock, playing with herself as I hit the back of her throat again. I can’t wait any longer to have her.

“Bend over, pretty girl.” Yanking her up, I seal my mouth to hers before bending her over.

Putting her pretty pussy on display for me again, she bends over the edge of the bench. I slide my fingers back into her, anticipating that I should get her soaked again only to find she’s dripping more than before. Lining up my cock with the entrance of her pussy, I slide into her effortlessly.

We both moan at how perfectly my shaft glides into her. I pull out all the way, teasing her, and thrust back into her waiting entrance with gradual force.

“Fuck, yes,” she moans.

Pulling almost all the way out, I grip her hips tightly enjoying the view before I slam into her over and over again. Her wet heat pulsing around my cock. A groan of satisfaction escapes me.

“Yes, Captain. More,” she begs.

That sets me off.

“Harder, Captain. Please.”

She moans for me to fuck her harder. Whatever my girl wants, my girl gets. Sounds of pleasure escaping her as my balls hit her clit with each hard thrust.

“Don’t stop Captain,” she moans. “I’m going to come for you again.”

I move one hand from her hips around her to her clit, sending her into whimpers of delight. My hips move faster and faster, pumping in and out of her. A pressure builds behind my cock, begging for release. I bite and kiss her shoulder feeling her pussy tighten and spasm in ecstasy around my cock as she comes again making me find my release, filling her sweet pussy with every drop of my cum.

“Holy fuck,” she screams.

“I agree,” I say breathlessly.

“That was . . .” she pants.

“I know,” I reply.

She’s confirmed exactly what I felt. This sex is pure ecstasy.

“Best.”

“Ever,” I finish, shaking my head in disbelief at the intensity of what just happened, then let out a low chuckle.

She smiles and kisses me passionately, sighing with delight. She’s still half naked. My cum, probably mixed with hers, drips down her leg, stirring something primal in me.

“Shit. I should have brought a towel.”

I take my shirt off for her to use.

“Thanks for your sweaty shirt,” she winks at me.

Why would I offer her my shirt I just practiced in? I’m an idiot.

“But even if you did have a towel . . .”

She stops and looks at me. I raise one eyebrow at her telling, puzzled and signaling for her to keep going.

“Okay, well, it’s probably a bit taboo. But I wouldn’t use the towel anyways. I want to feel your cum dripping slowly out of me reminding me that you . . .” She looks into my eyes. “You just claimed my pussy as yours.”

I just claimed her pussy as mine. Did she just say that?

“How the fuck are you so kinky and hot?” I ask, giving her another heated kiss. “Does that mean you don’t want to take a shower with me?”

“It means you are going to go take a shower in a gross jock locker room, while I type up some emails and avoid writing my article with your cum seeping out of me.”