answers to her question. Oh, so many choices. My brain was a slideshow of crazy ideas, desperate to take advantage of every single one of them.
“Spit it out, then,” she prompted, licking her lips as she stepped closer. “What’s next in the filthy fuckathon? It’s a one off, remember, so we’d better make the most of it.”
Her tits were still slick, cleavage shimmering over the top of her dress as she pasted on the cool act. The cool act didn’t matter. She could puff away on cigarettes like we were just two casual unknown hook-ups all she wanted, but it would make no difference. There was nothing unknown about this hook-up.
I knew everything about the woman whose taste was still a pleasure on my tongue. Every nook, every curve. Every want and fantasy and muffled little squeal.
I knew her. All of her. Every fucking thing there was to know.
I was damn fucking well going to exploit it.
“We’ll be making the most of it alright,” I told her. “Get your dirty little ass upstairs!”
She didn’t need telling twice. I gestured the way and she dashed on ahead, lifting her heels nice and high over a ride-on toy unicorn at the bottom of the stairs before she started up. Her eyes were flashing back at me every step, fully ready and waiting for me to grab her at the top.
I didn’t disappoint.
I wrapped my arms so tight around her waist that she could barely grab a breath, half carrying half dragging her across the landing past Millie’s room and straight into mine. Her mouth was already open as I shoved her to her knees at the bottom of my bed, head tipping back nice and ready like the little slut she was.
She was so fucking beautiful like that.
I tugged my cock free from my suit trousers, clutching at her hair to keep her firm, and then I gave her what was coming. My balls were throbbing, dick fucking desperate, and I took her mouth like the perfect little fuck doll she was so fucking good at being.
It was rough and retching and beyond any kind of sanity. She loved it and I loved it as I slammed her throat until her eyes were streaming, smearing tears of mascara across her face as she drooled and spluttered.
I couldn’t hold it back.
My gut was a hum of absolute craving, right the way up to my chest. I was fried by it, her swirling tongue and wet little mouth driving me fucking wild.
She knew it. Oh fuck, how she knew it. It may have been her taking the pounding with me destroying her makeup into tatters, but she was the true vixen in this exchange.
She knew just the way to flick her tongue along my shaft to make me grit my teeth and grunt like a savage.
She knew how to suck just hard enough to get that pressure just fucking right.
She knew how to twist her face to billow my length out of her cheek like a filthy little bitch, and how fucking wild that would make me as I stretched her pretty face.
And she played it. She played it all just like I was playing her.
“Rub that filthy slit,” I grunted, and she did. She spread those knees further apart and dipped her fingers right the way down to those sopping wet panties. And she was rough, wet, noisy with it, moaning and whimpering and shuddering, and that drove me fucking wild all the more.
“Give me your cum,” she muttered, nice and sloppy with my dick halfway in.
“No fucking way,” I grunted back, and pushed her away.
My balls hated me, and my dick wasn’t far behind, but it was just the beginning. I’d be banking up every scrap of my seed until she was a squirming mess on the floor, begging hard enough to scream the walls down. She moaned all over again as I dropped down and lapped at her dripping wet face, breaths hard and heavy as she fingered her sopping wet cunt.
No way was she taking that damn fucking pleasure herself.
“Down,” I said, and twisted her onto all fours and shunted up to her rear, tugging those slick wet panties right down from her ass cheeks.
She wriggled them further without a word, shooting me another flash of her dirty glinting eyes as I pulled them from her ankles. I spread her ass cheeks so fucking wide and buried my face in so fucking hard that she cried out, and I had