riding my face until her hips shuddered around my head.
Her cries were an arrangement of melodies. I was damn proud she didn’t hold them back. They were so deep from her belly, my hips grinded in the empty air, I was so fucking hard. When I knew she was done, I crawled from beneath her to snatch off my tank and wipe my soaked beard. I rearranged her still trembling frame on all fours, then reached inside my nightstand draw for the vibrator.
My mouth swept over the base of her spine, tongue tracing up toward the back of her head. I enjoyed each shiver she endured. My fingers found the opening of her dripping pussy. Tori’s lips hanging lazily from her face was fucking erotic. Needing to be inside her, I replaced my fingers with my dick, pushing in inch by inch. My hand pressed at the small of her back, silently instructing her to arch more.
“Mmmm…” she moaned beautifully, warm pussy swallowing me in.
I chuckled softly. “You’ve missed me, Nabby-girl.”
Although it wasn’t posed as a question, Tori nodded, head against the mattress. Still thrusting into her with minimal effort, I reached over to release her ponytail. My fingers reached her scalp, where I clasped then plummeted into her core. Circling my hips, my head rolled back as I held hers in the air. My eyes squeezed close while I picked up pace and force, fucking my favorite girl yet. The sounds of her whimpers swelled my balls.
Perfect…
I grabbed the vibrator, powering it on and placing it against her clit. “Help me,” I croaked, yanking on her head. Shakily, she reached between her legs for the vibrator. “Put it on your clit. Leave room for me.”
I used my free hand to have her widen her hips, then readjusted my knees to model Tori’s position behind her. My balls jolted, feeling the tightness of her walls this way. At first, my drives into her were slow, mildly paced as I waited with patience. When the vibrator inspired Tori’s excited thrusts onto it, my time had arrived. My hips worked harder, dick pelting into her.
Her moans elevated steadily, hips wining fluidly. Tori’s orgasm was signaled in her quaking walls before her moans turned into full cries. That encouraged my explosion. My balls jutted and I pounded into her, blasting into her. Just as my head fell backward over my shoulders, I caught her collapsing to the mattress on one shoulder. I pelted and pelted until my body suspended, dick buried inside of her, breath fucking lost.
When I could, I released her hips, causing Tori to crash on the mattress. My body tumbled in the opposite direction. In between my deep heaves, I could hear her calming whimpers.
“How did you even get in here?”
“Why?” she asked, sitting up with expediency. “You want me to leave?”
Never…
“Of course, not, Nabby-girl.” I yanked on a lock of her hair. “I’m glad you came.” I tried catching my breath. “I wanted to be your Valentine.”
She turned my way, face hard and eyes confused. “What do you mean?”
I scrubbed my face, trying to gather my thoughts. Bad combination with heaving. “Today’s Valentine’s Day, McNabb.”
“I know. I heard you had plans already.”
My hands dropped from my face. “With who.”
Tori’s eyes fell and she turned away. “Aivery.”
I snorted, “Why would I have plans with her today?”
“Because you guys are cool again. Andrea said you’ll be breaking the news to her about me going to Macen Beach tonight while you two are celebrating?”
The hell? “Celebrating what? And why would I have to break the news to her about you coming? You’ve paid like everyone else.”
She whipped back around, bountiful tits jiggling. “I didn’t pay.”
“I know, but—”
“And you didn’t tell me about her family.”
“What about her family?”
“The guy that died.”
Oh. “Joe? You’re mad that I didn’t tell you about that? I knew you’d been throwing shade since.”
I fucking knew it!
“You didn’t say.”
“I didn’t care to say.” I rubbed my eyes, not wanting to talk about the Cooper clan after the best nut I’d had in a long while—the only nut I’d had in a long while. “This is gonna sound fucked up, but that’s their grief. Joe ain’t never fuck with me no way. So rest in peace, but it’s not my loss.”
“Why do you say that?”
“That nigga stayed hating on me. He was mad insecure. He knew about my father’s money and understood what I’m sitting on. So he would try to take little shots at me every chance he got.