Page 63 of Far from Destined

I pushed my hips against hers, and she moaned. “Speaking of things getting up,” I teased.

“That was horrible.”

I kissed her, biting at her lip. “You started it,” I growled.

“I’m very sorry. I was trying to bring up the fact that I have a condom so you could fuck me.”

“I love when you talk all dirty. Miss sweet and sassy.”

She licked her lips. “I used to work in a kitchen when I was a teen. I learned all the dirty words.”

“Why don’t you use them on me?” I mumbled.

And then I was kissing her again, both of us naked, our bodies pressed against each other’s. I helped her slide the condom over my dick as I lay on my back, her hovering over me.

“I want this in my mouth,” she whispered.

“I’ve already tasted your pussy. One day, I’ll let you taste my cock.”

“I’m happy you whispered that,” she moaned.

“If you’re not careful, I’m going to make you scream.”

“You can try,” she teased.

And then I took her by the hips and slammed her down on my cock.

I pressed my hand over her mouth to keep her scream muffled, and her eyes widened and then rolled to the back of her head. She clenched around my cock, coming from just the motion, and I groaned, doing my best not to come right along with her.

I lowered my hand, and then she leaned over me, her breasts right in front of my face.

I licked, sucked them each into my mouth as she rode me, both of us breathing in pants as we tried our best not to shout.

When I was close, I pulled out of her and flipped us over so she was on all fours in front of me, and then I slammed home again.

My hands dug into her hips as she pressed her face into the pillow, her moans and words muffled by the fabric.

I bit my lip, doing my best not to make any noise, but it was hard. She was so wet, the sounds we made rough and echoing throughout the room.

We were being as quiet as we could, but not silent enough.

I kept moving, and when she pressed back against me, I swung my hand around and flicked my finger over her clit. She came again.

This time, I followed her. As I did, I leaned over her, moaning into her back, doing my best not to be loud.

I pulled out, leaning against the headboard as we both positioned ourselves so we were lying face-to-face.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“Yes. That.”

I kissed her again, gently running my hands over her body and in between her legs.

“Again?” she whispered.

“Maybe,” I mumbled.

And then I moved so my head was between her legs. I licked her up, just needing her taste. It was the only way to keep me quiet, by keeping my mouth on her pussy.