I stand, watching, as Skye takes off her smock, followed by her tight T-shirt underneath. Her turquoise bra pushes up her tits. The tops of them jiggle as she moves, mesmerizing me.
After she sheds her pants, she stands still while my eyes rove over her. Her bra and panties accentuate the perfect curves of her body. I reach out and run my hands over her, my dick straining the seams of my suit pants. Enough.
Skye gasps as I shove her back against the wall. One of my hands grips her tit, the other grips her chin and angles her face to mine. My lips crush against hers, forcing her mouth to submit as I push my tongue into her, tasting her sweetness.
I work my hand into her bra. Her nipple is already a hard nub, I pinch it hard between my fingers, forcing a high-pitched moan from her throat.
Still wearing my suit, I grind my cock against her.
I break our kiss to say, “See what you do to me?”
Her skin is soft under my fingertips, and they roam lower and lower. I reach her panties and slide my hand underneath the cottony fabric. She’s dripping wet already. I love it.
I feel through her silky folds, teasing her entrance with the tip of my finger. I take it away and find her clit, rolling it between my fingertips until she melts against the wall. My body pressing, grinding into her is the only reason she hasn’t crumpled to the floor.
“Your pussy is way hotter than the one you’re painting.”
Skye gasps, her hands clutch at my clothes. I grab her hands and pin her arms against the wall. Our mouths collide, tongues and lips coming together. She tastes so fucking good, I can’t resist sucking her bottom lip between my teeth.
I trail kisses across her cheek and down the tender flesh of her neck. I’m overcome with the need to brand her. Sinking my teeth into the soft flesh at the base of her neck I suck, marking her as mine.
It spurs me on. I adjust her hands, pinning them lower, and kiss down her front. The ripeness of her tits beg to be claimed, and I bite my way across them.
Releasing her arms, I yank down her bra, her tits bouncing from the movement. It lures me, I grab one in each hand and flick my tongue over her hard pearls.
Fueled with want, I rip off her panties. My dick can’t take any more. I spin her around, pinning her face-first against the wall. With one motion, I spring my cock free and spread her lips. I only want a teaser. A taste to ease my need.
A groan escapes me as I push into her, her tight walls hug my thick cock. Hunched, I rest my head alongside her, my breath hot against her ear
I lower my voice and say, “Do you love how fucking wet you are?”
Skye moans, a sound that rockets down my spine, straight to my balls.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she says, her voice so quiet and breathy I struggle to hear it.
“Just yes?” I say, digging my chin into her.
She moans again, higher in pitch and says, “Yes, sir.”
Good fucking girl. I could never tire of that sound coming from her mouth.
“Have you felt how wet you are?”
I take her hand and force it down the wall, across her front and between her legs. As happy is my cock is right now, I pull it out. I take two of Skye’s fingers and push them in her entrance, in and out, in and out, making her feel my effect on her.
“Feel this wet pussy. This pussy that’s wet for me, because of me. You’ve never been wetter, have you? You get wetter every single time I fuck you. I’m not stopping now until the insides of your thighs are coated, and you’re dripping all the way to your pretty little ankles.”
Following Orders
(Skye)
I moan at Lawson’s words. Holy fuck, his words. His breath is hot across my ear as he speaks to me, his voice a primal growl, his words enough to leave me breathless.
Part of me is confused, I can’t believe he’s making me touch myself like this. Except it feels so good. I’m so wet I can feel what he does to me on my thighs already.
“You’re not wet enough yet. I need you extra wet to fit my thick cock in this tight little pussy.”
He takes my fingers from inside me. With his fingertips on mine, he pushes my fingers through my folds. He lays my fingers on top of my clit.
“I want you to touch your clit. Show me how you rub it.”
I swallow. It’s too much, my body is no longer responding to my commands.
“You’re not doing it. I want you to touch yourself.” Lawson’s chin digs into me as he repeats himself, and the sharp pain causes my eyes to close.
I move my fingers, a delicate motion over my clit, Lawson’s fingertips rest on top of mine, feeling every move I make.
“Do you think of me when you do this in your bed at night?”
A breathy moan leaves my lips as I remember touching myself the night I’d first met him. And all the nights after that.