His hands grip her waist firmly as he moves from her lips down her neck. She arches into him as he drags his teeth over earlobe.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl?” his asks, his voice husky. She whimpers and tries to nod as he kisses across her throat to the other ear. “Get on your knees, kitten”
She bites her lip and meets his gaze briefly before sliding off the countertop and dutifully getting on her knees. Her eyes find his again as she turns him to lean against the counter and rubs him over the fabric of his boxers. She quickly rids him of the fabric, licking her lips in anticipation as his cock bounces free.
Flattening it as much as possible, she runs her tongue up the underside of his cock. She smiles at his groan before taking the head into her mouth and sucking gently. She feels his strong hand on the back of her head, not guiding her yet, but firm enough to let her know he can take control whenever he wants. With each additional inch she takes into her mouth, her tongue swirls around like a corkscrew, encouraged as he gets even harder at her touch. She grips his hips for leverage and to keep him still as she repeatedly lets him hit the back of her throat, moaning as she feels his grip tighten in her hair. She continues, enthusiastically licking, sucking, and savoring. She can feel him throbbing in her mouth.
Just as she thinks she has him, he tugs her hair roughly, his cock leaving her mouth with a loud pop. He guides her back to standing, crushing his lips against her before she can question anything. His hands slide down her back, leaving trails of tingles, before grabbing just below her ass, squeezing teasingly, and lifting her up. She instinctively locks her legs around his waist as she’s carried towards the dining table. He sets her down just shy of it, tugging at her bottom lip. Her breath is sporadic as he fondles her breasts and pulls at her nipples. Not giving her a chance to recover, he flips her around and bends her over the table. He presses his palm into the small of her back, causing it to arch. He keeps the pressure as his hand continues up her spine before tangling again in her hair. He pulls her up so his chest presses into her back, her hips held against the table edge.
“You’re mine, kitten.” He places a kiss behind her ear. “And I need to be inside you.” He releases her and she automatically bends back over the table, showing she’s dying for it too. He slides his cock up and down her wetness, making a point to tease her clit. He can’t help the smirk as she moans at the contact.
She looks back over her shoulder, eyes filled with lust. “please” she gasps “take me”
That’s all he needs. He slides into her in one, swift movement. He grunts as his hips collide with her ass, pausing, briefly, buried completely inside her. He sees her fingers trying to find something to grasp and only finding smooth tabletop. He smiles and slides his hands over hers, lacing fingers, and holds them on either side of her head. He begins to slide out at a teasing, leisurely pace before slamming back in, enjoying her gasps of pleasure as he bottoms out inside her. Her hips start moving on their own accord, wanting to meet his thrusts fiercely. Her impatience makes him crazy and he can’t stop himself from meeting the pace of her begging movements. She starts to tighten around him, and he lets loose a growl as one hand finds its way back to her hair. Her back arches as she gasps, hardened nipples pressing into the table. He keeps his left hand on hers as his right combs down through her hair and down her spine, following a rolling bead of sweat down to her ass.
She yelps as he gives her cheek a sharp smack, her pussy clenching in unconscious response. Her cry morphs into a moan as that same hand sneaks around to apply pressure to her clit. His thumb rubs fast circles while his middle and forefinger slide through her wet folds, one pausing on either side of his cock, making her extra aware of his hard thrusts. Her legs begin to weaken and she’s thankful for the table holding her up. Her body is on fire, every inch awake and loving every second. His groans grow louder, and she knows he’s getting close too.
“Please, Sir” she manages to get out
“Please, what? He taunts, pleased he can restrain himself enough to tease her a little more. Her eyes narrow and she tries to turn her head to meet his eyes. They both know what she wants.
“Please” she tries again, his fingers mercilessly rubbing her clit. She’s about to explode. “please cum for me” His moaned response spurs her to be able to finish her thought “cum deep inside your kitten”
His heavy breathing and grunts with his last few thrusts push her right over the edge with him. She adores how sexy he sounds as he loses control. It’s unclear who started first but as her pussy spasms around his cock as it pulses, filling her, it doesn’t matter. They ride the wave of orgasm together before collapsing against the table.
“Well fuck” it comes out as a whisper. Her head is spinning and doesn’t believe her legs would work properly quite yet if she tried to stand.
He chuckles as he places lazy kisses along her back as they come down, chests still heaving with labored breath.
“Was that what you wanted?” he asks, smiling against her.
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