Hit the Spot

“You like it when I play,” she purred, looking at me from behind her lashes. “You especially like it when I do this.” Tori kept one hand firmly planted on the mattress next to my thigh and wrapped her other around my base, then she sucked the head of my dick into her mouth and pulled back until my piercing clacked against her teeth.

The muscles in my legs jumped.

“Fuck yeah, I like that. Jesus,” I groaned.

God-fucking-damn. My woman knew how to give head.

“And this,” she said before hollowing out her cheeks and sucking me so hard it felt like she was trying to pop the head of my dick off.

My hands tightened in her hair as I inhaled a breath.

She pulled her mouth away but stayed crouched forward, giggling as her hand leisurely stroked me.

I pushed her hair out of her face, watching her.

“See? I told you you like it,” she said, then she gathered her hair over one shoulder and started leaning down and parting her lips, and I saw the wet flash of her tongue, readying to keep up this game.

A game I fucking loved, but right now I was over it. She’d played enough. And Tori knew I liked coming in her pussy more than anything, even her hot-ass mouth that fucking watered for it.

The little shit thought she could keep it from me. She thought wrong.

Jerking upright and gripping under her arms, I yanked Tori up my body, causing her giggle to mix with a squeal ’cause she loved teasing me but she also liked getting taken, then I was flipping her underneath me and kneeling between her hips, dragging the tip of my cock through her pussy and pressing in in in.

So wet. God, fuck, she was getting off on licking my dick.

Tori dropped her knees and arched off the bed, moaning yes and do it and I wanna feel you come inside me.

“Yeah?” I asked as I rammed in. We both moaned. “Thought you were playin’, babe,” I teased, dragging my cock slowly back out, then pushing in. Out. In. My hips jerking as I pushed her knees back and held them open. “Sure you don’t wanna go back to that? I know your mouth wants it.”

“No, don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes looking like she’d kill me if I stopped.

“Think I’ll stop,” I shared, starting to pull back again.

Tori’s eyes flashed with panic, then she slid her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Her lips parted. Her eyes rolled closed.

I froze, my eyes going between her hand and her face, blissed out as she built it.

Jesus fuck.

She was trying to come before I slid out of her. Tori was wanting my dick in her when she went off. Damn she was good. Better at the game than me.

No fucking way could I keep from getting there if her pussy started squeezing my dick.

I grabbed Tori’s wrist that was moving over her stomach and her other that was flat on the bed, then I plowed forward and filled her.

She gasped and shook as I moaned into her neck, pressing her hands on the pillow behind her and then sliding them above her head, my fingers skimming over her palms and pushing through hers, connecting us.

I leaned back and looked into her face as I fucked her, hips trusting deeper as her heels dug into my back.

“Harder,” she whispered.

I pressed my mouth to hers. “You love me?” I asked.

“You know I do.”

“Say it, babe. You want harder, I wanna hear it,” I said, keeping the pace I was good at keeping until we both came in an hour, or two, or tomorrow when we were both mad and wild for it.

“I love you, Jamie,” Tori said against my mouth, kissing me softly. “I love that you’re mine. I want everyone knowing it.”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ do,” I murmured, rearing back and going at her harder now that she gave me that. I slammed my hips against hers and pressed her hands into the mattress.

She moaned into my mouth, dragged her legs up my back, and dug her heels in.

“I want three,” Tori said between panting breaths. I felt the sweat of her body stick to mine.

“Three what?” I asked, kissing down to her jaw.

“Kids,” she gasped, then her legs tightened around me when I stopped building it in her because, fuck me, she was bringing this up. She never brought this up.

I brought it up. She’d agree she wanted it, too, or she’d attack me with her mouth and let me know she was feeling what I was wanting, but never, not once, had Tori broached this topic on her own.

“Jamie, please,” Tori begged, her legs pulling to urge me, and I could feel her growing tighter and wetter and tighter.

Fuck. She was right there.

I lifted my head and took her mouth, and then I fucked her hard and fast, powering into her, and Tori was coming within seconds, crying out and bringing on my own orgasm with how fucking snug her pussy got around me.

I groaned once more into her mouth as I finished.

Tori shuddered and panted beneath me, trying to catch her breath.

“All boys,” she added when I leaned back to look at her. “With hair like yours and skin that always smells like the ocean. I want that so bad.”

I gave her hands a squeeze, pressing my fingertips into her bones as I looked at her messy hair on my pillow and flushed skin, shiny with sweat, then lowering my gaze and seeing the beauty she was giving me in the smile she had lifting her full, soft mouth.

“You wanna get cleaned up before we talk about this?” I asked her.

Tori kept her smile, pinching her lips together, and shook her head.

I smirked, knowing she’d choose that ’cause lately she was always choosing it, saying she liked messy sex with me or some shit like that, then I slowly pulled out, shifted my hips up, and trapped my wet dick between us.