way there.” He closed his hand over hers wrapped around his cock, and he made her squeeze him. His grunt of pleasure in a deep tone spurred her on. “One touch is all it takes.”
She tipped his shaft toward her and licked the beaded precome on the head. Owen hissed between his teeth. She took him into her mouth, sucked hard, and then worked her way down the sides, her concentration on the thick vein running his length. His girth was such her fingers just touched at the tips, but she pushed him as much as she could between her lips. A moan deep in her throat sent the vibrations through his dick, and she knew he liked it. Vanity had gone down on a lover many times in the past, but this seemed different. Her feelings for him might not be clear, but he was more than all the other men she’d known.
Vanity moaned and sucked his cock deep into her mouth. She didn’t suppress the sounds but gave herself over to letting him feel and hear everything she did. She stroked his taut thigh muscle and ran her hand around to his ass to give it a squeeze. Embracing him with both hands, she controlled his dick with her mouth alone and took him deep and allowed him to slide out at a fast-paced rhythm. Owen began to pump his hips, easy and then a bit faster. He groaned and begged her not to stop. She didn’t plan on it, but pumped his amazing shaft until he jerked and grabbed her shoulders to hold her still. He stiffened, and the next moment, Vanity’s mouth filled with his come. He pulled back, but she held onto his ass, drinking down his hot liquid.
When he was done, he dropped to his knees and drew her into his arms. He skimmed a hand over her back, holding her head to his shoulder. “Vanity.” The emotion tied up into her name shook her from head to toe. She remained in his arms a long while, neither of them speaking.
After some time, Owen stood up and pulled Vanity with him. They climbed onto the bed together, and she lay facing him, stroking his cock. He grew hard under her palm, and then he moved her hand away. He reached for a condom from the nightstand and rolled it into place before he raised one of her legs to position over his hips and tugged her closer. Vanity bit her lip from the first second he thrust his cock into her. She moaned and stretched her legs wider. He sank deeper as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. They moved together in a steady rhythm, their bodies in perfect harmony. With each passing second, her desire increased along with her pleasure. She cried out his name but didn’t allow her voice to rise too high. She clung to him, riding on his shaft and loving the way he glided in and out. Her pussy gushed with her release, but she didn’t slow down. With one arm slung about his neck, she reached between them and pinched her clit. Another orgasm rose to fever pitch. She struggled to catch her breath.
Owen groaned his bliss. “Vanity, do you know how good you feel? You’re so tight and wet, you make me want to forget everything except your sweet pussy.”
He pulled out and flipped her over. Vanity didn’t have the chance to move on her own. He raised her to her knees and hunched behind her. He pierced her with his thick cock, and her arms gave. She kneeled there, ass in the air as Owen pummeled deep inside of her.
Vanity rubbed her clit, jerking her hips back and forth. Sensations of need rocked through her system, and she planted her hands on the backboard. Owen seemed to take it as a signal to pumper harder. Vanity drove into his thrust and cried out for more. Her lover gripped her hips, and soon the only sound echoing in the room was the slap of their flesh meeting and the shouts when they both came.
Chapter Five
Vanity left Owen’s bed sometime in the middle of the night. She had intended to grab water from the bathroom, but there was no cup there, so she threw on one of his T-shirts and headed downstairs. After she satisfied her thirst, she checked the clock. At two a.m., did
She tipped his shaft toward her and licked the beaded precome on the head. Owen hissed between his teeth. She took him into her mouth, sucked hard, and then worked her way down the sides, her concentration on the thick vein running his length. His girth was such her fingers just touched at the tips, but she pushed him as much as she could between her lips. A moan deep in her throat sent the vibrations through his dick, and she knew he liked it. Vanity had gone down on a lover many times in the past, but this seemed different. Her feelings for him might not be clear, but he was more than all the other men she’d known.
Vanity moaned and sucked his cock deep into her mouth. She didn’t suppress the sounds but gave herself over to letting him feel and hear everything she did. She stroked his taut thigh muscle and ran her hand around to his ass to give it a squeeze. Embracing him with both hands, she controlled his dick with her mouth alone and took him deep and allowed him to slide out at a fast-paced rhythm. Owen began to pump his hips, easy and then a bit faster. He groaned and begged her not to stop. She didn’t plan on it, but pumped his amazing shaft until he jerked and grabbed her shoulders to hold her still. He stiffened, and the next moment, Vanity’s mouth filled with his come. He pulled back, but she held onto his ass, drinking down his hot liquid.
When he was done, he dropped to his knees and drew her into his arms. He skimmed a hand over her back, holding her head to his shoulder. “Vanity.” The emotion tied up into her name shook her from head to toe. She remained in his arms a long while, neither of them speaking.
After some time, Owen stood up and pulled Vanity with him. They climbed onto the bed together, and she lay facing him, stroking his cock. He grew hard under her palm, and then he moved her hand away. He reached for a condom from the nightstand and rolled it into place before he raised one of her legs to position over his hips and tugged her closer. Vanity bit her lip from the first second he thrust his cock into her. She moaned and stretched her legs wider. He sank deeper as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. They moved together in a steady rhythm, their bodies in perfect harmony. With each passing second, her desire increased along with her pleasure. She cried out his name but didn’t allow her voice to rise too high. She clung to him, riding on his shaft and loving the way he glided in and out. Her pussy gushed with her release, but she didn’t slow down. With one arm slung about his neck, she reached between them and pinched her clit. Another orgasm rose to fever pitch. She struggled to catch her breath.
Owen groaned his bliss. “Vanity, do you know how good you feel? You’re so tight and wet, you make me want to forget everything except your sweet pussy.”
He pulled out and flipped her over. Vanity didn’t have the chance to move on her own. He raised her to her knees and hunched behind her. He pierced her with his thick cock, and her arms gave. She kneeled there, ass in the air as Owen pummeled deep inside of her.
Vanity rubbed her clit, jerking her hips back and forth. Sensations of need rocked through her system, and she planted her hands on the backboard. Owen seemed to take it as a signal to pumper harder. Vanity drove into his thrust and cried out for more. Her lover gripped her hips, and soon the only sound echoing in the room was the slap of their flesh meeting and the shouts when they both came.
Chapter Five
Vanity left Owen’s bed sometime in the middle of the night. She had intended to grab water from the bathroom, but there was no cup there, so she threw on one of his T-shirts and headed downstairs. After she satisfied her thirst, she checked the clock. At two a.m., did
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