Page 42 of Unwrapped

“Oh yes,” she breathes. “Oh God, yes.”

I lick her pussy with soft, steady strokes, matching my pressure to her response—lightly at first, until her hips rock against my face, seeking more pressure, and then I give it to her. I suck her clit between my lips and flick my tongue over it, and her whole body quivers. I maintain the same pace, stroking her clit with my tongue, and her hips start to roll against my face, seeking more. I give it to her—running my tongue over the sensitive bud until she’s whimpering, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. Her thighs tense, and I can tell how close she is by the way her breath stutters, by the way her body goes rigid and then softens, chasing the pleasure. I don’t let up. I flatten my tongue and drag it through her folds, back to her clit, until she’s right there, right on the edge. She comes, breathing heavily as her pussy pulses against my tongue.

I kiss my way up her body and she’s already reaching for the waistband of my sweatpants, pushing them down my hips and wrapping her hands around my hard cock.

“Take it your mouth,” I tell her, “like a good girl. And then when I’m ready I’m going to fuck you again.”

“Yes,” she whispers, obediently, and sinks to her knees.

She takes me into her mouth slowly, her tongue swirling around the head, the heat of it making me shiver. My hand finds the back of her head, guiding her rhythm.

“That’s it,” I groan, my voice rough. “Just like that. Take it deeper, sweetheart.”

She obliges, her lips sliding farther down my shaft, her hand working what she can’t fit. It’s perfect—her mouth hot and wet, her eagerness making it even better. I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, my hips starting to move in shallow thrusts.

“Fuck, Sophie. You have no idea how good that feels.”

She sucks me, moving as fast as she can, the slide of her lips sending a jolt through my whole body, and I’m suddenly right there, teetering on the edge. I pull back abruptly, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet sound.

“Wait,” I breathe, my chest heaving. “I need— I don’t have a condom down here.”

The situation feels disproportionately desperate. I need to fuck her, right now. The condoms are upstairs, in the nightstand.

“I’ll get them,” she says, scrambling to her feet, and she darts toward the stairs, bare legs flashing, as I stand there with my cock in my hand, still reeling, my arousal pounding through me like a drumbeat.

She sprints back down less than a minute later, a strip of condom packets in hand, and rips one off, dropping the others on the island. I laugh as she tears the packet open with her teeth and hands it to me.

“Planning for later?” I ask, nodding toward the other condoms.

She grins. “You never know.”

I tear the packet the rest of the way open and roll the condom down my length. Then I turn her around, lifting her hands to the kitchen island.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her, and then I run my hand down the curve of her spine, over the swell of her ass, and between her thighs, feeling how wet she is. She shivers, fingers curling against the counter, and I grip her hips, guiding myself into her. She’s so wet. So fucking tight. I choke out a breath as I push inside. I go slow, letting her adjust.

“You feel that?” I ask her. “Feel how hard you make me?”

I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, and then sink back in, letting her feel every inch. She moans, her head dropping forward, and I grip her hair, tugging gently until her head lifts up.

“That’s it,” I say. “Take it for me.”

I start to move in earnest—slow, deep thrusts. “So fucking tight,” I growl. “So perfect. You feel so fucking perfect around my cock.”

She whimpers, pushing back against me, and I pick up the pace, my hips snapping against her ass.

“Tell me you want it,” I demand, my fingers digging into her hips. “Tell me how much you love my fucking cock.”

“I love it,” she breathes. “Please, Vince.”

The plea undoes me. I fuck her harder, my control unraveling with every stroke. She’s making desperate little breathless noises, and I’m so close already I can feel it building at the base of my spine.

“My good girl,” I rasp. “My sweet little girl, taking me so fucking well.”

I feel her tightening around me, her pussy fluttering with every stroke.

“I want you to come for me,” I tell her. “Let me feel that little pussy squeezing down on my cock. Be a good girl.”

She whimpers, her body trembling, and then her inner muscles are clamping around my cock, her voice breaking on a cry. Her pussy clenching around me pushes me over the edge, and my hips stutter. My rhythm falls apart. My core clenches, my vision whites out, and then I’m coming, groaning, my fingers digging into her hips. Coming inside Sophie.