Page 45 of The Betrayal

I need my cock in her mouth. “Take my belt off,” I order, slowly standing over her I smirk down at her.

Her fingers fumble at the buckle as she unbuckles it and I push my pants down, fisting my cock out of my boxers. She edges forward, pursing her lips at the head of my cock.

“Just for a moment,” I sigh as she slips me into her mouth, taking me to the back of her throat and she gags. “Fuck, baby,” she swirls the head of my dick on the tip of her tongue before she flattens it and takes me again.

I stand still.

Fighting with myself to not fuck her hot, wet mouth and ruin her pretty fucking throat.

I want my dick inside of her cunt.

Not her mouth.

I lean over slightly, watching her, her watching me. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I guide her up and down my cock, my jaw wound tight as my eyes close, my cock slipping down the back of her throat.

She purses her lips, my cock sitting on her cushioned bottom lip.

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

“With pleasure, I don’t want to cum in your mouth, I want to cum in your pretty pussy,” I whisper, and she stops, her eyes full of want and need.

Smirking at me, she turns and begins to crawl up the stairs. Her glistening cunt teasing me.

“Fuck it,” I groan, reaching for her, and stopping her. “Teasing me Ari,” I groan as I lean over her back, my lips by her ear.

She smirks, looking at me over her shoulder.

“Let me fuck you right here, right now,” I plea, my cock weeping and pressed against her wet cunt.

“Just the tip,” she breathes, her thighs squeezed shut, ass sticking out, her elbows pressed into the stairs.

“Just the tip,” I pant, kneeling on the stair below her, I align my cock at her opening and press the tip into her and I groan. My hands are on her hips, holding her still as I edge in and out of her.

Her body trembles every time I pull out of her, and she is driving me wild.

Slipping a little further into her, she moans as I stretch her, her thighs still pressed together.

“Keaton,” she pants, eyes wide as she looks over her shoulder at me.

“I know, but you feel so good,” I admit, watching as I slip my cock in and out of her. I am desperate to fill her and fuck her.

“We shouldn’t,” she whimpers, “it’s risky.”

“I know,” I nod, slipping out to the tip and refusing to move. I just stare at how pretty she looks. My hips rock forward and back gently so my head stretches her enough to make her feel it.

“Fuck,” she cries, her hips moving with me, desperate for me to fill her.

“Baby…” I plead, tightening my grip on her hips.

“Please,” she whispers and I still.

“Please what?” my brows knit.

“Fuck me Keaton, I can’t wait,” she cries, her hips rotating and rocking over the tip of my cock.

“Yes baby, yes,” I grit, slamming my hips into her as I fuck her, hard. My cock slipping in and out of her.

Pound after pound.