Chapter 7: Night with Claire (3)
Claire’s hoarse cries echoed in the room, blending with the rhythmic slap of his balls against her ass. Her long legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into his back and she tried to keep up with the storm he was unleashing inside her.
She could barely register anything except the cock thrusting in and out of her, making her pussy feel good in a way she had never imagined.
She reached out her hand to twist her clit, feeling the pleasure building up in her again.
Mike’s breath was hot against her neck as his hand slid between their bodies, thumb circling her clit heavily in a way that made her legs tremble.
He didn’t slow down! still fucking her hard enough that she clung to the edge of the table for dear life, her knuckles white. Each thrust sent shocks up her spine, her toes curling as her body buckled beneath him.
She was so wet and tight, at the same time so overwhelmed. Her cries were a symphony in his ears. Watching her cling to the edge, face flushed and desperate, eyes filled with lust and crying for more cock only made him want to break her apart even more.
He lifted her legs onto his shoulders. His thrusts stayed fierce, but now they landed deeper – each stroke dragging a moan from her lips. It felt like she’d been opened to a whole new world.
"Yes! Continue that way!" Her eyes blurred with pleasure as she demanded with thick desperation. "Give it to me! Faster, Mike! Make me your bitch! Ram into me like you fucking own me!"
Mike smiled and did exactly as he was told. This resulted in Claire crying for the next five minutes.