She was naked. Her pu**y gleamed with her juices, the flesh flushed with need.
"Spread your legs," he whispered at her ear.
Behind her, Khalid was fully dressed, but his expression was filled with such stark hunger that it didn't seem to matter.
She spread her legs, watching in the mirror as his fingers slid between them, parted the swollen curves, and revealed the glistening bud of her clit.
"Watch," he breathed against her ear. "See what I see when I touch you. Watch the pleasure your body fills with."
The tip of his finger began to circle her clit, rubbing against it, around it, sending such electrically charged sensations tearing through her that her h*ps jerked against the caress.
"Pretty, pretty, little flower," he groaned, his voice becoming darker, more remote, more foreign. "Open for me, love. Let me watch my fingers take what my c**k is dying for."
He released her arms, allowing them to curl around his neck as his fingers slid lower, circled the sensitive opening, then two pressed forcefully inside the heated ache of her pu**y.
The sudden impalement stretched delicate tissue, revealed sensitive nerve endings, and sent her juices flowing over his fingers as tiny pinpoints of detonating heat began to flare inside her.
Feminine muscles clenched around his fingers, trembled against the penetration, and tried to draw them deeper inside her.
"Khalid, please." The plea was torn from her throat. "Don't torture me."
She felt too sensitive; the room was too hot. Perspiration gathered on her brow, her br**sts. The whisper of the AC against her ni**les was almost painful. The rasp of his clothing against her back had her flesh aching for his bare skin.
"Torture you?" His voice was midnight velvet, rasping over her senses with erotic intent. "Ah, sweet love, torture is the last thing I had in mind."
Chapter 10
It was almost enough.
Khalid stared at the image in the mirror, watching as he f**ked the sweet heat of Marty's pu**y with two fingers. With his free fingers he held the silken folds apart, giving a better view of the penetration of her body.
Sweet silky juices spilled along his fingers, the darker flesh glistening against the pale peach tone of her intimate folds.
The pad of his palm brushed against her clit, perfectly timed to each thrust inside the milking depths of her sex.
It was exquisite. The little moans spilling from her throat had his c**k throbbing, his balls drawing tight enough that the erotic pain was almost too much to bear.
He wanted nothing more than to sink the heavy width of his dick inside her, but this, this was a pleasure he didn't want to end.
Her body was drawn almost rigid as it trembled with the sensations tearing through her. Her gaze was locked on the mirror, on his fingers as he played with the intimate recesses of her body.
"I love the feel of your sweet pu**y," he groaned, as he stroked the internal muscles and felt them clench tighter around his fingers. "There, precious. Suck my fingers inside you. Show how much you love my c**k when I get inside you."
The explicit words caused a heavy flush to stain her cheeks, and her juices flowing around his fingers.
"I love watching you," he whispered at her ear. "Seeing your pleasure, hearing you beg for more. I'd love to watch you going crazy with my c**k up your ass. Stretched tight around me and screaming at the pleasure of it."
He swore she tightened to a breaking point as more of her lush cream flooded his fingers.
"You like that, don't you, Marty?" He kissed her neck gently, all the while his gaze moving between her face and her swollen pu**y. "Every time I watch you walk, I imagine you bent over, that sweet, pretty ass lifted for me, my dick pushing inside as you cry out my name."
He imagined much more than that as well.
His fingers stroked inside her again, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He'd end up coming in his jeans if he didn't get his dick inside her soon.
Keeping his fingers locked inside her, Khalid used his free hand to release his jeans and pull the tortured length of his c**k free.
Stroking his hand along the agonized shaft he watched her, feeling the response of her body as he pulled back enough to tuck the heavy length against the cleft of her rear.