The Lawyer: Gave Me Sex Love Taste

The moonlight gave off enough of a glow to show our bodies.

The placement of his hands.

The way I was spread over him.

The tip of his cock aimed at my center.

And I observed myself slowly lowering over his crown.

Oh God.

“I want you to watch yourself ride me.” The heat from his lips scorched my skin as he kissed the back of my neck. “You’re going to see how much you fucking love my cock.”

With his eyes boring through mine, I had nothing to hold on to, aside from my knees. No shoulders to stab, no face to kiss.

“Fuck,” I gasped as I went all the way down, the sensuality completely taking over me.

His fingers suddenly moved to my lips. “Don’t speak. I want your body to do all the talking.” He pinched my nipple, and when I went to make a sound, he squeezed harder. “No, not even a moan.”

I relished in how far he reached inside of me, the thickness, the length of him. Since I couldn’t tell him how good he felt, I bounced over his shaft.

And again.

My head fell back, which he straightened as he said, “No, I want you to watch.” He lifted one of my hands, placing my own finger on my clit. “And I want you to rub yourself.”

“Oh-” I cut myself off, trembling instead as the feeling spread through me.

“Touch yourself for me, baby, while you fuck me.”

His voice wasn’t just doing the talking; his eyes were commanding, telling me what he wanted.

And this mirror showed every one of his orders.

I rose over him, the glow of light revealing every inch that had been inside me, a pad of my finger skimming that sensitive spot at the top.

My hips bucked as though I were releasing a scream.

“Fuck yes. That’s it.” His nails acted like teeth around my nipple. “Make yourself come again.” He gripped my hair in a ponytail, pulling my head back until our eyes met. “I want you to see what you look like when you shudder over my cock.”

As he released my locks, my head faced forward, my eyes back on us.

He cupped both breasts as I lifted higher before thrusting him back in, my finger moving faster.

Circling.

Flicking.

Working that sensitivity.

“You’re so sexy when you fuck me.” He surrounded my earlobe. “Look at your legs”-he touched my thighs-“and your fucking hips”-he moved up to clench those-“and this bad, bad pussy, taking in all of my dick.”

It was so hard to hold in my breath, to keep my sounds silent.

But where his eyes were so loud, so was my body, relentlessly plunging him in and out of me.

His mouth shifted just below my ear. “Your orgasm is about to be mine.”

Maybe it was the way he demanded one from me.

Maybe it was the sharp, incessant friction across my clit, adding to the delicious fullness of his cock.

Maybe it was the way we looked, locked together, my body grinding over his.

But it was there again.

That build.

“Now, watch yourself come.”

I gripped the bed, keeping myself lowered, and rotated around his dick while he devoured me with his gaze.

The quaking instantly ignited in my stomach, tugging at that bliss, heightening it.

My body was no longer mine; it was as though there were a string inside that controlled the sparks and flutters and ripples and he was yanking on it with all his strength.

“Show me, Kendall. Show me how fucking good it feels.”

I couldn’t shout.

I couldn’t moan.

All I could do was circle around him, losing myself.

His teeth grazed the back of my shoulder. “Yes, baby.” His nipping was the pain that I needed. “Fuck that cock.”

Spasms completely shattered my body, and when I couldn’t move a second more, he took over, clenching an arm around my stomach, pounding his dick into me.

“Mine.” He aligned our fingers, guiding them across my clit. “All fucking mine.”

His dominance floated through me, every feeling possessed by him, and I held on, watching as the orgasm rocked through me.

I sank my fingers into his thighs, melting from his penetration, keeping my screams in, feeling them echo through my body until there was only stillness left.

His eyelids narrowed, his lips feral as he said, “Now, we’re going to do that again.” He pressed his lips against my throat. “This time, I want to hear every sound.”

I looked over my shoulder, seeing his defined chest, a thin layer of sweat glistening across his skin. “Oh God, I want more.”

Before I had even finished speaking, I was moving again, and this time, he was lifting me into the air. He carried me across the room, pressing my back against the adjacent wall, the view of the ocean in front of me. My legs clung to his waist, my arms on his shoulders, and I held on while he pummeled into me.

“Take my cock, baby.” He nipped my bottom lip, fucking me harder, deeper. “Take it like you want to fucking come again.”

I didn’t dare say this, but I thought he’d drained my body of pleasure, making it impossible to reach that a third time. But when he buried himself inside me, it continued to feel better. And as he positioned me higher on his cock, the top of him rubbing against my clit, that build instantly returned.

I quivered, my nails finding his skin. “Don’t stop.”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Yes, baby,” he roared against my lips. “You’ve earned yourself this …”

I expected him to move faster, use more power, but that wasn’t what happened.

His hand lowered, and he was suddenly teasing that forbidden spot, dragging some of my wetness there and tracing around the hole.

The taunting didn’t last.

Because soon, he was up to his knuckle, and I was moaning even louder than before.