Page 64 of Ruthless

"Yes, Michael! Yes!" Ginger sang, clenching her legs around me. Her hands traveled up to my head, taking a handful of hair and pulling. "Don't stop!"

I had no intention of denying us. "I'm not stopping until we both come," I said, closing my eyes to the ecstasy of her tight flesh closing around mine. "And then I'm going to take you to your bed and fuck you all over again."

"Yes!" she hissed, moving her hips in sync with mine.

"So fucking hot. So fucking tight. Milk my dick dry, baby." I was going to come, but I didn't want to come without her. I reached between us and found her clit. I ran my thumb over it, hearing her whimper. I pinched it hard, hearing her loud gasp. Her pussy clenched around my dick, swelling and growing slicker. I knew that she was getting ready to come, and I gave her a little push by slipping my hand around to her backside and sticking my finger into her little star-shaped anus. A surprised cry escaped her, and then she came undone.

"Michael!" she screamed, convulsing against me.

She bit down on my shoulder and that was all it took. I grunted as cum erupted from my dick in long, powerful arcs, filling her greedy little cunt with my seed. All we could do was use each other for support as we rode out our orgasms against the wall. Gradually the convulsions waned, replaced with erratic twitches and tremors. Our breathing calmed as our hearts did. I was satiated, but I knew that it wouldn't be for long. Christ, my dick wasn't even soft.

I grabbed Ginger away from the wall and walked the rest of the way to her bedroom, dumping her onto the bed. I watched her bounce a few times, along with her tits, grinning at the flushed loveliness of her lush body. She stared up at me with glazed eyes.

"Ready for round two?"

Her wide smile was my answer.