grabbed his other hand and rubbed it against the heat between her thighs, unashamed of the moisture she suspected he could feel collecting there. She ground against him, desperately reaching for fulfillment.
He pulled his hand out of her grasp, forcing her away from him. Before she knew what had happened, he'd resumed his posture against the headboard. She stared at him in dazed confusion, wanting nothing more than to feel his stiff cock penetrating her as hard as possible. He looked totally unfazed by their encounter. The only indication of the control he had to be exerting on himself was his strongly clenched jaw and the husky rasp in his voice when he gave her the next order. “Take them off.”
Lelia couldn't obey quickly enough. Slipping her feet out of her shoes, she unfastened her jeans, then slid them over her hips. Now she stood before him, clad only in white cotton panties. He sat up on the bed, leaning toward her. “Turn around. Your ass has been driving me crazy forever.”
Once again she complied, unconsciously arching her back to put her ass on even greater display. She was rewarded when she felt both his hands palming her bottom, caressing and then squeezing each luscious globe in turn. Under his grasp, the tender, sweet flesh blazed with heated pleasure from each squeeze.
“Oh, baby, you don't know how much I've wanted this. Open up your legs.”
Lelia hesitated, then jumped when one of those caressing hands slapped her bottom. She was already so close to coming that the pain simply pushed her closer to the edge. She bit her lip against a guttural groan and did as he ordered. He swatted her again. “Farther apart, I want to feel your cream.” She did as he asked, then gasped as she felt his finger slip under the panties. The silken pink of her pussy wept under the slow, purposeful strokes of his fingers. Her legs shook as wetness seeped out. From clit to anus, those fingers moved achingly slow, spreading her liquid silk to every inch of skin they could reach. “Jesus, baby, you're so fucking wet. Are you ready to come? Do you want me to make you come?”
Lelia nodded, almost beyond words at this point. She gasped as he shoved one finger into her throbbing pussy, then moaned as he swatted her bottom again. “Answer me. Tell me you want me to make you come.”
She parted her legs farther, wanting desperately to get more of his finger inside her. She couldn't hold back her groan when his hand smacked against her bottom twice in rapid succession. “Yes, yes, please make me come, Patrick.”
She wanted to weep when he pulled away with one last lingering caress on her bottom and resumed his position on the bed. “Take them off.”
Lelia couldn't get out of the panties fast enough, surprised that she didn't rip the elastic in her haste. She stood before him proudly, her legs still parted, her cream shining wetly on the insides of her thighs against her richly toned skin.
Patrick rose from the bed and circled her, stopping at her back. He slipped his fingers between her thighs again, stroking her throbbing clit with one, then two fingers. Again he strummed her until she was within a hairbreadth of an orgasm; then he pulled his fingers away. She turned to watch him slip his fingers into his mouth. “Damn, you taste so fucking good.” He closed his eyes with a shudder. When he opened them again, they blazed even hotter. “Get on the bed,” he said.
Lelia sat down on the bed, then scooted back when he gestured toward her. “Open your legs. I want to see that delicious pussy.”
Lelia could hardly believe it, but more than anything she wanted him to see her, to see how much she wanted him. She leaned back on her elbows, parting her legs to show him her glistening cunt. When he growled his approval, she opened her legs wider.
“Open that beautiful pussy for me, baby.”
Still aroused almost beyond bearing, Lelia used one hand to part her
He pulled his hand out of her grasp, forcing her away from him. Before she knew what had happened, he'd resumed his posture against the headboard. She stared at him in dazed confusion, wanting nothing more than to feel his stiff cock penetrating her as hard as possible. He looked totally unfazed by their encounter. The only indication of the control he had to be exerting on himself was his strongly clenched jaw and the husky rasp in his voice when he gave her the next order. “Take them off.”
Lelia couldn't obey quickly enough. Slipping her feet out of her shoes, she unfastened her jeans, then slid them over her hips. Now she stood before him, clad only in white cotton panties. He sat up on the bed, leaning toward her. “Turn around. Your ass has been driving me crazy forever.”
Once again she complied, unconsciously arching her back to put her ass on even greater display. She was rewarded when she felt both his hands palming her bottom, caressing and then squeezing each luscious globe in turn. Under his grasp, the tender, sweet flesh blazed with heated pleasure from each squeeze.
“Oh, baby, you don't know how much I've wanted this. Open up your legs.”
Lelia hesitated, then jumped when one of those caressing hands slapped her bottom. She was already so close to coming that the pain simply pushed her closer to the edge. She bit her lip against a guttural groan and did as he ordered. He swatted her again. “Farther apart, I want to feel your cream.” She did as he asked, then gasped as she felt his finger slip under the panties. The silken pink of her pussy wept under the slow, purposeful strokes of his fingers. Her legs shook as wetness seeped out. From clit to anus, those fingers moved achingly slow, spreading her liquid silk to every inch of skin they could reach. “Jesus, baby, you're so fucking wet. Are you ready to come? Do you want me to make you come?”
Lelia nodded, almost beyond words at this point. She gasped as he shoved one finger into her throbbing pussy, then moaned as he swatted her bottom again. “Answer me. Tell me you want me to make you come.”
She parted her legs farther, wanting desperately to get more of his finger inside her. She couldn't hold back her groan when his hand smacked against her bottom twice in rapid succession. “Yes, yes, please make me come, Patrick.”
She wanted to weep when he pulled away with one last lingering caress on her bottom and resumed his position on the bed. “Take them off.”
Lelia couldn't get out of the panties fast enough, surprised that she didn't rip the elastic in her haste. She stood before him proudly, her legs still parted, her cream shining wetly on the insides of her thighs against her richly toned skin.
Patrick rose from the bed and circled her, stopping at her back. He slipped his fingers between her thighs again, stroking her throbbing clit with one, then two fingers. Again he strummed her until she was within a hairbreadth of an orgasm; then he pulled his fingers away. She turned to watch him slip his fingers into his mouth. “Damn, you taste so fucking good.” He closed his eyes with a shudder. When he opened them again, they blazed even hotter. “Get on the bed,” he said.
Lelia sat down on the bed, then scooted back when he gestured toward her. “Open your legs. I want to see that delicious pussy.”
Lelia could hardly believe it, but more than anything she wanted him to see her, to see how much she wanted him. She leaned back on her elbows, parting her legs to show him her glistening cunt. When he growled his approval, she opened her legs wider.
“Open that beautiful pussy for me, baby.”
Still aroused almost beyond bearing, Lelia used one hand to part her
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