Deep.
“God, yes,” she moaned, her arms wrapping around me as her hips rocked. “You feel so good,” she whimpered, hips moving faster and faster.
I had to agree.
No one, in fact, had ever felt as right as she did.
“Brock, move,” she demanded, her hands going down my back to sink into my ass, trying to spur me on.
I went ahead and did just that.
Hard.
Deep.
Driving her up and through an orgasm in just a few short moments.
But she wasn’t done with me.
Not yet.
She dropped down her leg, and pushed me backward toward the bed, then climbed on top of me.
Shifting up, she reached down, grabbing my cock, and holding me still as she slid down onto me with a low, deep moan.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she leaned back, placing her hands on my legs, a position that would let my cock glide against her G-spot as she rode me.
And, fuck, if it wasn’t hot when a woman knew what she needed and wanted, and immediately went for it.
Her movements were fast but short, and it wasn’t long before she was whimpering again, getting closer and closer.
My hands went to her hips, just holding on as I started to thrust my legs up into her, matching her movements, but increasing the sensations.
It wasn’t long before her pussy was getting almost painfully tight around my cock, making it harder to move.
“Come, baby,” I demanded as my hand shifted from her hip to toy with her clit. “Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock,” I said, thrusting a little faster as her breathing started to catch. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” I growled as the orgasm slammed through her, making her walls clench my cock over and over, taking me with her as she came.
She fell forward after, burying her face in my neck as she struggled to even out her breathing.
“Thank you for the lesson,” she said, tone a little saucy as she pressed a kiss to my throat before sitting back to look down at me.
“Anytime you need a lesson from me, you just let me know,” I said, my hands sliding up and down her thighs. “But you’re going to be late now,” I reminded her.
“Shit,” she said, eyes going wide. She gave me a guilty look before sliding off of my lap, then off of the bed.
Grabbing her panties, she disappeared into her bathroom to freshen up.
I went ahead and took off to the guest bath to get dressed, meeting her back in the kitchen a few minutes later.
“You don’t need to walk me out,” she insisted as I slipped on shoes.
“Of course I’m walking you out,” I told her, pressing a hand into her lower back as we headed out the door.
I was going to head out too, figuring it was best to get going early if I was going to try to track down the woman.
“Call me before you head home. I want to meet you outside,” I told her as we spotted her car a few spots down the street.
“Will do. We might do some shopping after lunch, so don’t be waiting around. We haven’t bought shoes in too long.”