It’s the most beautiful sound in the fucking world, her begging me. My lips find her earlobe and I gently tug on it. She arches her back, rubbing her ass against my hard cock that’s throbbing against the zipper of my jeans.
Tugging on her piercing again has her crying out as her hand flies up, wrapping around the back of my neck and squeezing. I shift my hips, rubbing my jeans against her ass, wishing I could slide inside of her sweet body immediately.
Continuing to pull her dress up her thighs, then her waist, I slide my hand to her belly. Her muscles clench beneath my palm as I guide my hand to the waist of her panties. Without pausing for even a moment, my hand dives into her panties and I cup her pussy.
She rolls her hips, searching for my touch and I’m not one to withhold, especially not since it’s been weeks since we’ve had one another. Gliding my fingers through her folds, I find that she’s wet. Without hesitation, I slip my finger inside of her, my palm cupping her clit.
“Jesus,” she breathes, turning her head.
Her lips graze the underside of my jaw. I feel her tongue touch me, it’s warm and wet, just as sweet as the rest of her.
“You miss me?” I ask on a low laugh.
She hums. “Yeah, I did. Fuck me, Ford,” she tries to demand.
I let out a rumble, my finger working her, pumping in and out, curling just at the spot that she likes, then grinding my palm against her sweet clit in a rhythm that I know she fucking loves.
Her body is easy to read, it’s not the same as it was seventeen years ago, but I can’t deny that what it is, is a hell of a lot better than I could have ever imagined.
Stephanie is bolder, she owns her womanhood, her sexuality. She knows what she likes now and isn’t afraid to show that. It’s hot as fuck. She also likes the way I fuck, which has been a huge problem with other women and for that alone, this is worth working on and keeping.
“Come on my fingers,” I rasp against her neck.
She shakes her head, her hips jerking as she climbs closer to her release. “I want you inside,” she whimpers.
Chuckling, I continue to fuck her with my finger, slipping a second inside of her. “I am inside of you, honey. I can feel your wet pussy. It’s warm and fluttering around me as you climb higher toward your climax.”
“Ford,” she moans.
Grinding my palm harder against her clit, she lets out a gasp. I think maybe that it’s too hard, but her hips start to roll faster, meeting my thrusts, curls, and grinding until I hear her cry out as her pussy clamps down around my fingers.
I don’t stop my movements, drawing out her release and honestly just loving the feel of her wetness as it drips down my fingers and hand. When she’s completely boneless, that’s when I begrudgingly remove my hands from her tit and her pussy.
Spinning her around, I grin down at her and reach out and wrap my hand around her shoulder, squeezing.
“Do I get to suck your cock?”
I lick my lips, tipping my chin to look down at her. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek. Running my thumb along her bottom lip, I pull it out slightly.
“Suck my cock? No,” I rasp. Her brows furrow as my lips twitch. “Do I get to fuck your mouth? Absolutely.”
Her lips part in awe and without a word she sinks down to her knees for me. One of her tits is still out of her dress, her eyelids lowered as she looks up at me through her lashes. Fuck me, but she’s never looked sexier. She’s a fucking mess, a beautiful fucking mess.
Stephanie reaches for my belt and unhooks it, letting it and the buckle fall to the side as she reaches for my button and zipper. She slowly unzips me, then shoves my jeans and underwear down my hips to my thighs.
Wordlessly she reaches for my cock, wrapping her fingers around me and gently stroking me a couple of times. I don’t need it, I’m ready to fucking blow as it is. Her lips curve up into a grin before she parts them.
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the back of her hair as I slowly sink down her throat. My eyes stay on hers as I fuck her mouth. She sucks, her tongue licking when she can. I want to come, but I don’t. I’m saving my release for when I’m buried deep inside of her cunt.
Jerking out of her mouth, I shake my head when she leans forward. “Need you, need to taste you,” I clarify.
“Ford, I just want you,” she whispers.
“You got me, honey,” I mutter.
“You know what I mean.”
Chuckling, I reach down, wrapping my hands beneath her arms as I bring her up to her feet. Slowly, careful not to fall on my fucking face, I guide her over to her sofa. Reluctantly, she sits on the edge.
“Take your panties off, spread for me,” I demand as I toe my boots off, then kick my jeans and underwear off. “Keep the dress on, it’s hot as fuck.”
“You’re dirty.” She laughs.
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
Stephanie does exactly what I ask of her. She hikes up her dress, sitting on the edge of her sofa and spreads her legs, showing me every inch of her center as I sink down to my knees. I eat her. Just like the pussy starved man that I am.
Chapter Twenty-Four
STEPHANIE
Ford is behind me, my body bent over the arm of the sofa. My breasts are swaying out of the top of my dress, that dress still hiked up around my waist as he drives inside of me from behind. His hand tangles in the back of my hair, forcing my back to arch for him as he thrusts harder and harder.
We haven’t talked.
Not unless you consider him demanding me to do things, to position myself, to come—talking. I don’t, but I still do it all, every single thing he asks of me.
And when I do, I’m rewarded over and over again. Not just with orgasms, but with words of praise and a feeling that fills my chest in a way that I’ve never experienced before.
Ford genuinely makes me feel special.
I can’t remember the last time that I felt special, not for what I can give or what I can do, but just for being me.
Wetting my lips with my tongue, my eyes slide closed as I climb higher toward another release. Much like the first night we connected weeks ago, I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had.
His hand tugs on my hair a little harder, I let out a moan as I push back against him, meeting his expert thrusts. Passion, desire, and need roar throughout my entire body as I teeter on the edge, about to fall over into an abyss of pleasure.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Not yet,” he grunts, punishing me with his body. I take it all, enjoying the brute strength he possesses.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to hold my orgasm at bay. I fail. Crying out, my hips move backward, meeting his faster and faster, until my orgasm rushes through me. I sigh, relishing in the sensation of the way that he makes me feel.
“Goddamn,” he growls as he pulls my hair even harder, his focus lost somewhere, his control gone.
Relaxing my body, I breathe through my orgasm and the sensitivity that shortly follows as he continues to take me. I already know that, without a doubt, he will give me what I need, and what I don’t even know that I desire.
Never did I imagine I’d have multiple orgasms in one session, until Ford came back into my life. Now I look forward to having so many that I hurt. His free hand leaves my waist, reaching around me, and grabs a hold of my breast, pulling my torso up slightly.