Page 67 of The Sniper
My dick is so sensitive and her body so responsive, we could’ve been in a car accident and neither of us would’ve noticed.
She’s lying on my chest and exactly where I want her.
This chemistry has been building since the moment we met.Over a week of touches, glances, and our bodies craving stimulation.I’ve had more erections this week than the entire year I was fourteen.
Jerking off has done nothing.
Each morning, I show up for work, and those long, tanned legs scream to be spread.Knowing she’s aching for me has been so goddamn frustrating.
The day in the pool almost broke me, but it didn’t.
Maybe it’s the dress tonight.Maybe it’s knowing I won’t see her again.
This had to happen.
I’m not a man who believes in fate, but making love to her, fucking her sweet pussy...yeah, that felt fated.
I should have kept my cock in my pants, but all the little outfits, the purposeful bending over in the kitchen, chewing her pens with little smiles at me...I’m not a fucking saint.
As Tiffany drapes herself over my chest, her tits exposed, her pussy dripping with cum and heart thumping against mine, I’m not sorry at all.
I’m not done.
Let me feel your wet cunt throttle my cock.
I thought I was going to come so hard it would come out her damn nostrils.She has the hottest, tightest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever felt.
I’ve fucked a lot of women—never bare—and good lord I’m a big fan.Watching her crumple and fall apart orgasm after orgasm was fucking intoxicating.
Tiffany starts to sit up, and I can’t help myself; I cup her breast and flick her nipple.
She whimpers.
“Let me be clear: that was the entrée,” I rasp, and in reaction her pussy clenches my cock tightly.“Jesus, baby.”
“Can’t help it, you have a nice dick.”
“My tongue is just as good.Hope you like your cunt being eaten because I’m eager for the main course.”
“You have a very dirty mouth.”Tiffany’s cheeks blush, which is hella cute given she’s sitting on my lap impaled on my cock.
“Seemed to work,” I smirk as I glide her up and down my cock lazily.“You going to invite me in when we get home?”
I feel the vehicle bump and glance out the window.
We’re here.
“For a nightcap or the main course?”she flirts.
“Both,” I rasp, kissing her harshly.“Climb off my cock and meet me upstairs.I want you naked, lying on your bed with your knees up.”
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ICLEAN UP in the bathroomafter Tiffany heads upstairs.I undo my shirt, lower my zipper and kick off my shoes, then toss them away and splash water over my face.
Tiffany has five minutes, then I’m going upstairs.
Before morning, I’ll be gone, and it’s unlikely we’ll ever cross paths.So, I’m going to make tonight worth it.
