His lips locked onto her clit and sucked. Hard.
She lost her rhythm, but it didn’t matter. He pumped his hips, fucking her mouth. She gagged, not able to focus on her breathing, but it didn’t matter.
Tears ran down her cheeks as her climax hit her and she let go. Her cries were muffled by his cock still in her mouth, thrusting with abandon, seeking his own release.
He sucked on her clit until the last ripple of her orgasm dissipated. Her body was ready to collapse, but he wasn’t finished.
Pulling his erection from between her lips, he helped her to sit up and moved her down his body until her pussy was in line with his cock. She was facing away from him, staring at the mirror along the far wall. Her hair was a mess, her face was flushed, and she could see his cock moving inside her, surging and retreating.
“Play with your tits,” he ordered.
Ali lifted her hands, cupping her breasts. She pulled and twisted her nipples.
“Harder.” His voice was gruff as he drove her down onto his erection.
She took her nipples between her fingers and pinched them as hard as she could. Pain and pleasure mixed into one and she could feel another orgasm approaching.
Daniel wrapped his hand around her hair and tugged. She fell backward, landing on his chest. He grunted at the impact but didn’t miss a beat.
He lifted his legs, bending his knees to spread her open and keep them connected. One of his hands cupped her sex, feeling them come together. It was intimate and erotic, and the new angle was putting pressure on her clit from the inside.
His other hand circled her neck, forcing her head to the side. He placed his mouth right above her collarbone and sucked. Pleasure went directly to her clit and she felt heat deep in her belly. Her fingers dug into his sides, trying to anchor herself.
He gave her neck one last nip with his teeth, then turned her head in the opposite direction. Bringing their lips together, his tongue plunged into her mouth. It was a take no prisoners type of kiss. He demanded her compliance. She was lost in his mouth, the way his hand gripped her neck, applying just enough pressure to hold her where he wanted her, and the feel of him trusting inside her.
Then his thumb was grazing her clit and she was flying. His own grunts mingling with her screams as he took his own pleasure.
As he stopped moving his hips, his lips grew softer, his kiss gentler. He slipped out of her, letting his legs fall to the bed, and circled his arm around her waist. Rolling to his side, he positioned her so her back was to his front. He brushed the hair away from her shoulder and kissed right behind her ear. “I’m going to have to eat your pussy more often.”
Ali chuckled. “I liked it, too.”
He kissed the base of her neck. “I know.”
Neither said anything for several moments. She was enjoying the feel of him surrounding her, but she felt they needed to talk about the elephant in the room. Or, at least, the elephant in the house. “At the last house. When I came out of the bathroom, there was a lot of tension between you and your son.”
“There was.”
“What happened?”
Daniel groaned.
“Please?”
She could tell he was trying to decide how much to tell her.
“Please.”
“My son overstepped, and I told him so.”
Her chest clenched and not in a good way. “What did he say?”
“This is the one and only time we’re discussing this.”
Ali nodded.
“He’s concerned you’re using me.”
That surprised her. “Using you?”