Page 24 of The Hard Hitter
“If you keep eating my pie,” she pauses and pokes my gut, “you’ll turn into the Pillsbury Doughboy come hockey season.”
“Then you’re just going to have to help me work off all that pie.” I put a finger inside her and she clamps around me. “Now where is this fresh cherry you mentioned earlier?”
“One-track mind much?” she says on a moan.
“You bring that out in me.” I reach for the soap, lather my hands and run them all over her gorgeous curves. She moves against me, wiggles her hot little ass against my cock as I cup her breasts and play with her nipples, all under the pretense of washing her. After soaping her completely, I remove the nozzle and run it over her body to wash away the soap. It pools at her feet, and I drop to my knees.
Her hands go to my shoulders. “What are you doing?” she asks, and I chuckle softly.
I open her wet pink lips, revel in the sight of her inflamed clit. “Making sure I clean you properly,” I say, and focus the stream on her clit.
“Oh, Jesus, Zander.”
She wobbles slightly, and her nails curl into my skin as she holds on. I tap her legs to widen them and lean in for a taste. I lick her from top to bottom, bottom to top, and insert one thick finger into her body.
“Have you ever masturbated with this nozzle, Sam?” I ask, and glance up at her. Her glazed eyes are on me, watching me pleasure her. “Answer me.” I push my finger in and out of her.
“Yes,” she murmurs, and moves her hips to meet my thrust.
“Why don’t you take this and show me how you do it,” I say, and hand her the nozzle. She does something to the handle, adjusts the spray, and I chuckle. Oh, yeah, she’s done this a time or two. She puts the spray to her clit, and I insert another finger. I brush the bundle of nerves inside as she works the needle-like spray over her beautifully swollen clit. Soft moans crawl from her throat and her eyes slide shut. My God, I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. In no time, she begins to quake, her body giving in to the pleasure, and as she trembles, my cock thickens even more.
She moves the spray from her sensitive clit, and I let her ride out the waves.
I give her a slow lick, wanting the taste of her on my tongue. As her breaths come in ragged bursts, I put the nozzle back, wash quickly, and then open the sliding glass door. I help her from the tub, wrap her in a big fluffy towel, tying another around my waist before taking her to her bedroom.
I sit her on her bed, and she shuffles to the side to make room for me. As if reading my mind, she squeezes her beautiful breasts together and beckons me closer with a soft, seductive smile. How is it this girl is still single?
Wait, wait. Shit, don’t go there. This isn’t about a relationship or getting to know the other person. This is simply about two people enjoying each other physically. But goddammit, I do love watching her open up before me, showcasing her needs instead of hiding them away.
“Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to fuck me?” she asks, and I shake my head. Her gaze drops to my tented towel. “I want your cock in my mouth, Zander. Don’t keep me waiting.”
I take my cock in my hand and stroke. Pre-cum dribbles from my slit, and she licks her lips and moan.
“You want a taste?”
“Yes.”
“Get on your knees.” She slides from the bed and kneels before me. “Mouth open, and don’t taste until I tell you to.”
Her lips part, and I run my crown over her bottom lip, leaving a streak of cum behind. My dick jumps in my hand as she just sits there, my cum dripping from lip.
“Jesus, fuck,” I say, and almost shoot a load off then and there. She whimpers, and begging eyes meet mine. “Taste,” I say. She slowly rolls her tongue out, and swipes it over her bottom lip. The sexy noises she makes massages my balls and drives me mad with the need to get into her tight core.
“On the bed,” I say. “Sit on the edge.”
She immediately obliges and as she sits there, she spreads her legs, showing me her hot, wet pinkness. I step into her and run my cock between her breasts, and when she squeezes them around my cock, more pre-cum drips from my slit. I fuck her tits, and with each upward thrust, she opens her mouth, laps at my head.
I grip her hair, move it from her shoulders so I can watch the way she takes me. As I fuck her breasts and mouth, she cups my balls and gives them a little squeeze. My body shakes, and moisture breaks out on my skin as I fight to hold off. I need to come almost as much as I need to hang on. But I can’t, not yet. I want to be inside her hot, sweet body when I orgasm.
I fuck her harder, almost slam into her waiting mouth, and the need in her eyes grows deeper. I’m close, so goddamn close, I grind my teeth to keep it together. It’s almost more than I can take when she writhes and slides a hand between her legs to touch herself.
“Bend over,” I say, a hard, rough demand. Her eyes snap to mine, and I step back, my cock instantly missing the warmth of her tits and mouth. She rolls over. Knees on the floor, she bends over the bed and once again offers me her ass. I drop down behind her, spread her thighs, and shove my cock all the way inside her with a force that pushes the air from her lungs, judging by the way she’s taking gasping breaths.
I still inside her. We both like it hot and dirty, but she needs a minute to catch up. “Sam, you good?” I ask.
“Yes. Fuck me, Zander. Please…”
I pull out, slam back into her, and her body opens so nicely for me. I go higher, deeper, and if I could, I’d climb inside her. My balls pound against her, and I cup her ass, massage it. I widen her cheeks, find her puckered opening and run my finger around her rim. She gasps, and in an instant, I know this isn’t something she’s ever experimented with.