And I was going to reach below her dress. I could feel my cock raging against my pants, hard as hell just looking at her body in that dress.
I stopped inches away from her. “It’s always been you, Kaley. From the second I saw you, I’ve wanted that fucking delicious pussy.”
“You’re only just saying that.”
“You already forgot the other day?” I asked. “I remember. I remember how you tasted, how you came.” I reached up and wrapped my arm around her lower back and pulled her against me.
She didn’t try to stop me. She pressed against my body and looked up at me, her lips parted.
“I remember,” she said.
“Good. Think about how I can make your body feel.”
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s dangerous, but I know.”
“Damn right, girl,” I said. “It’s fucking dangerous. But that just makes it so much sweeter.”
And then I kissed her, pressing my lips hard against hers.
She returned that kiss, wrapping her arms around me. Desire flooded through me as she pressed herself hard against me, kissing me hard and hungrily. I grabbed her sweet ass, pressing her harder, and she moaned slightly against my lips.
I moved down and kissed her neck. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“You’ve been dreaming about how I’d fuck your perfect pussy.”
“Please,” she groaned.
My hands slowly roamed down toward the hem of her dress and slid up along her thighs. She let out a soft moan as I slowly found her pussy.
And as I predicted, it was soaking fucking wet.
“Exactly what I thought,” I said. “You’re soaked for me. How badly do you want this?”
“Vince,” she moaned as I found her pussy and began to softly stroke her. “We need to be careful.”
“There’s nothing careful about me, princess,” I said. “It’s all or nothing. I want this cunt and I want it now.”
I slipped my hand beneath her panties and found her soaked clit, pressing gently in slow circles.
“Oh shit,” she gasped. “That feels amazing.”
I rubbed her in soft, slow circles, her soaking pussy begging for it.
“I want so much more,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to make you feel so much more.”
“Vince,” she gasped as I slipped a finger deep inside her.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you until you can’t stand.”
“I want you,” she said.
“Say you want me to fuck your pussy.”
I kept rubbing her clit, alternating between fucking her with my fingers and rolling her swollen spot. She was clutching on to my shoulders, her body tense. I could feel her losing herself in every motion of my fingers, every new word I whispered in her ear.
“Fuck my pussy, Vince,” she said, half a moan. “Fuck me. I need it.”
“That’s right,” I said to her. “I know you fucking do.”
I grabbed her hips and pushed her back toward the table. She stumbled, but I caught her, lifting her easily. I sat her down on the table top and she laughed as I kissed her neck.
“God I love this fucking body,” I said, kissing down her throat and along her breasts. “Fucking incredible.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I speak only the truth.” I pushed her back slightly, and she rested herself on her hands. I reached up her dress and found her panties and pulled them down. They slipped easily off her skin, and she lifted her hips up. I tossed them aside.
I pressed a finger deep inside her and she gasped. I grabbed her hair with my other hand and kissed her mouth, my tongue rolling along hers. I fucked her pussy with one hand and held her hair tight with the other, kissing her, working her body.
I pulled back slightly and grabbed one leg, propping it up on the table. She stared at me, mouth hanging open, her pussy dripping wet. I pulled the hem of her dress up slightly and grabbed her hips, pushing my mouth against her pussy.
I licked her clit softly and she moaned, one leg up on the table, resting back on her hands. “Oh my god,” she said.
I sucked and licked her clit like that, and she lay back all the way, holding on to the top of the table. I kept her one leg up as I sucked her and ate her pussy, my tongue rolling down to press inside her.
I used a finger to fuck her as I licked her clit again. I knew she fucking loved it by the way she moaned loudly, saying my name and gripping the table.
She reached down after a minute and grabbed my head, pulling my hair. I gasped from the slight pain and laughed, looking up at her.
“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t make me come.”