Club Princess - Nicole James Page 0,24

him tighter, not wanting to lose the weight of his hot skin pressed to mine, but he pushes his palms to the mattress, lifting to look down where we’re joined.

I cup the back of his neck, so turned on by how he stares at his big hard dick sliding in and out of my slick pussy, that I feel another drench of wetness. I can’t help clenching down on him, and he moans, his eyes coming back to mine.

“Do that again. Keep doing that,” he grunts, and begins to move in and out of me so fucking slowly that its absolute torture and exquisite pleasure at the same time.

God, I never want it to stop. I want him to slowly thrust in and out of me like this all night. But then my arousal begins to ramp up, and this slow pace begins to drive me crazy again. I want more.

I lift my hips, rubbing against him, needing more.

He rises up to his knees; his hands lock on my hips, and he drags me up his thighs, my weight going to my shoulders in the mattress as he puts me on an angle, my pussy in the air, meeting his thrusting hard cock, and his hips piston into me in an ever accelerating pace.

“My baby like this?” he grunts out, his muscles rippling, his skin covered in a fine sheen with his exertion.

“God, yes, don’t stop.”

Our skin slaps together, the only sound in the room besides our heavy breathing. His gaze locks onto my bouncing breasts, and he reaches down to squeeze them, his thumb rubbing roughly over the nipples.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulls out, flips me to my stomach, manhandling my body with ease as he yanks my hips up, and plows into me from behind.

I stretch my arms out on the bed, my ass high, as he takes my pussy hard and fast. I feel one big warm palm move over my ass and down my spine. His hand cups my shoulder and squeezes.

“Up on your knees for me, baby.”

I do as he demands, pushing up with my palms and rising. His muscular arms come around me, those big hands closing over both breasts. He kneads them, and plucks at the nipples until they stand out, red and engorged.

He pinches both, and my back arches, thrusting my breasts up into his touch as my head falling back on his shoulder. He bites my ear lobe, and sinks his teeth in the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder.

“I want to mark you, every way I can, gorgeous.” His voice is harsh.

I rub against him, my hands closing over his on my breasts.

“Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, baby.”

He releases one, and glides his palm down my flat belly, his fingers dividing my pussy lips to toy with my clit as he keeps fucking me long and deep.

“Oh, God,” I moan, writhing against him.

When I’m nearly there, I contract around him, and he swears.

“Fuck, Lola. You want it?”

That sends my orgasm soaring, and all I can do is nod my head rapidly, turning to mash my mouth to his.

He grabs my hips, and jackhammers into me, then groans and goes solid against me, exploding in orgasm right after me.

We both drop to the bed, a sweaty, heaving mess.

When we finally catch our breaths, he rolls to his back, and tucks me to his side, his straying hands still moving over my body like he can’t get enough of touching my soft skin.

I rub my thighs together feeling a decadent soreness deep inside. I know already, one night with him will never be enough.

I feel his bicep under my head flex as his stroking fingers play with my nipple, drawing casual circles around it until I squirm and move an arm to try to push his hand away.

He grabs my wrist with his other hand, and tightens his arm around my neck. “Lie still. Let me play.”

I obey, loving the way he orders me around in that demanding and erotic tone. I undulate against the hot skin of his body pressed tight to my side as he plays with my nipple until I’m fully aroused again.

I moan, a pleading catch in the sound, and he just moves to the other nipple, giving it all the same attention.

I see his cock grow and bob up from his abs, springing forward, pre-cum dripping from the tip. I move then, sliding down his body, and he lets me go.

I close my hand over him,