“Yes, you do. Admit it.”
She wrinkled her nose and clenched around my cock so hard that I grunted, fighting not to blow my load.
“Oh,” she said with faux sweetness. “You want me to admit that you don’t have a toothpick dick. You want me to stroke that massive ego of yours and tell you what a big, hard cock you have. I bet you’d love to hear mebeggingfor it.”
There was the Lila I knew so well—sarcastic, playful, egging me on.
“Don’t stop now, sweetheart. You’re on a roll.”
Lila laughed and wiggled her hips. I grunted and planted a hand on her hip to hold her still.
“The only way that’s gonna happen is if youmake mesay it,” she said.
Challenge accepted.
I pulled out and gripped Lila’s ankles, tugging her to the foot of the bed. Rolling her over, I slid my hand down her back, coaxing her head down and her ass up.
I almost came right then, untouched, seeing her spread out so beautifully for me. That peachy ass in the air, juicy thighs, the arch of her spine.
I came up behind her, toying with her clit until she was whining and shaking with need. Then I lined my cock up and slid in deep, grinding at just the right angle for my balls to rub against her sensitive clit.
Lila let out a wrecked moan, clutching fistfuls of my sheets.
“Holy fuck, you’re so breathtakingly beautiful like this, Lila,” I growled.
The way her ass and thighs rippled with every thrust flipped an animalistic switch in my brain. With nothing between us, I pounded into her, chasing those breathless little sounds she muffled in the mattress.
Her walls fluttered and her body trembled from head to toe, every muscle tightening like a thread about to snap.
Lila reached back, hand outstretched, searching for me. I grabbed her hand, interlacing our fingers together.
“I’m so close,” she panted.
Bending over her, I pressed Lila into the mattress, thrusting and grinding as deep as I could possibly go. The slick squelch of her dripping pussy mingled in the air with her gasps and whimpers.
“Say it,” I murmured in her ear, pulling nearly all the way out and driving in again. “You can do it, sweetheart. Tell me what I want to hear or I’ll stop—”
“Make me come,” she pleaded. “Make me come all over your big, hard, gorgeous fucking cock.”
Grinning to myself, I buried my cock deep and pulsed, punching against her G-spot over and over. Lila’s whine reached a feverish pitch. She shifted beneath my weight, working an arm under body to get to her clit.
“That’s my girl,” I crooned in her ear. “Touch yourself for me. Milk me dry for every drop.”
Lila’s orgasm crashed over her. She seized beneath me, squeezing my hand so tight that it was a miracle she didn’tbreak any bones. Gripping her hip for leverage, I tried to keep pumping through it.
But my own orgasm followed after a few thrusts and I couldn’t hold out any longer. I came with a groan, burying my face in the back of her neck.
We sagged together in a sticky, sweaty heap. When I started to pull out, Lila mumbled something incoherent and reached back, clutching my hip to hold me in place.
I smiled and propped my arms on the mattress, caging her under my body. I peppered kisses across her shoulders and down her spine.
“You’re sounding a little cock drunk, honey,” I said, amused. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
Lila grumbled as she lifted her head to speak.
“My legs feel like jelly, you smug bastard.”
I laughed, adjusting our position on the bed so I didn’t have to pull out. Tucking Lila into the curve of my body, I nestled her ass against my groin, cupping her tits in my hands.