moan slipped from my lips.
“Enjoying that, huh?” he whispered between licks. As I was about to answer yes, he nibbled lightly on my nipple, causing a ripple of pleasure to run down my body.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured throatily as he lifted me up and leaned me down on the pool table.
He reached down to my waist line and pulled at my jeans.
He pushed my arms up over my head, and trailed his lips across my body, stopping just above my underwear.
My back arched in response to his touch, and I tightened my legs around his waist, moving my hips slowly on him.
He leaned up and backed away. I looked up at him in confusion, but he just smiled. His hand went to the button of his pants, and he undid them as I bit my lip in anticipation of what was about to happen. He stepped out of the restricting material, and started to rub his length.
I trailed my hand down my breasts to my underwear line and pushed my thong aside. Fuck, he hadn’t even really touched me yet, and I was already slick.
“I love watching you play with yourself,” he said as his hand moved faster on his cock.
I opened my legs wider, and rubbed my core. I leaned my head back, and enjoyed every sensation, closing my eyes and moaning his name.
The pressure started to build inside me as I got close to orgasm.
“That’s it, Trista. Make yourself come for me.”
I rubbed myself faster, wanting to fulfill his request. Pleasure coursed through my body, climbing to a release when he pushed himself inside me, filling me completely. I jolted my head up in response, and let out a loud moan. My hand stopped momentarily in surprise.
“Don’t stop. Keep going,” he grunted, as he thrust himself inside and pulled out slowly. A mind- numbing combination that had me digging my nails into the soft felt of the pool table.
I started to move my fingers again, knowing that I was so close to the edge. I tightened my legs around his waist, pushing myself onto him, and taking him deeply each time he slowly entered me. I circled my clit with fast strokes, and I gripped him harder as my orgasm bubbled over.
“Fuck me harder, Blaze,” I moaned. He smirked and continued with his slow pace, dragging out my orgasm, and making it last longer than I thought possible. Shivers ran down me, so that I was shaking uncontrollably as I let the last of the sensations consume me. Fuck, he made me feel good.
He leaned his hard strong body over me, pushing him in deeper, and kissing me roughly on the lips. I ground my hips against his as our kiss deepened.
A mischievous look passed through his beautiful brown eyes. Despite my orgasm, desire consumed me, and I couldn’t wait for what was next. He slipped out of me, and quickly flipped me around, draping my body over the pool table. His fingers wrapped around my right leg and he urged it up onto the ledge as he pushed my body forward, and thrust inside me. He guided my hips as he pumped in and out. His hand came down with a light smack on my ass, mixing pleasure with pain, causing a loud moan to rumble up my throat.
He grabbed my hair, tugging my head back as he kept his other hand on my hips.
His hips rocked into me harder, and the pressure in my core started to build up again. With each of his thrusts, I shoved my hips back onto his, taking him deeper inside me each time.
He urged my torso farther down onto the pool table while he tangled his fingers in my hair.
He pushed up hard inside me, slowly moving his hips from side to side. He was so deep, his balls were resting against my ass, the feeling indescribable, and another moan forced itself out.
Slowly, he pulled out, removing his hands from my hair. His mouth pressed to the top of my spine as he continued to trailed kisses down my back. He smacked my ass again and pushed my left leg on to the table. He climbed up behind me, and pulled back my hips to meet his.
My body was spent, but I wanted more. I wanted everything Blaze would
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