Chapter 117
Ethan
Tilda cries out as I fill her with every inch I have.
I rock my hips. Dragging my cock in and out of her heat.
I keep my right hand between her legs and wrap my other arm around her waist, holding her to me.
Keeping her impaled on me.
Her sounds make my dick impossibly harder as she moans and whimpers.
I reach farther, keeping my palm against her clit and spreading my fingers around my dick, feeling where I disappear inside her.
It feels amazing.
It feels so fucking amazing.
“Have I been good, Tilda?” I ask brokenly as I continue to pump into her.
“Yes.” Her voice cracks on a moan. “You’ve been such a Good fucking Boy.”
My balls tighten.
Hearing Tilda say fuck while she calls me a Good Boy…
“Say that again. Reach down and touch my dick while you say that again.”
Tilda slides her hand down my arm, leaning forward until her fingers are covering mine.
I pull my hand back, just a few inches, but she keeps hers there.
Her fingertips press against the base of my cock as mine start to rub circles around her clit.
Tilda clenches, and I grip her hip with my other hand.
To hold her. And to rock her.
Tilda rolls her hips with a gasp. She settles her free hand on my knee as she leans forward even more. But her other hand is still between us.
Still trying to grip me. Fingers slipping against my slick cock.
I keep rocking her. Getting closer and closer.
I managed to shove my jeans down a few inches, and now I can feel her wetness all over me.
“I’m so fucking close.” I warn Tilda.
“Me too.” Her pussy flutters around my length.
I focus on her clit.
On the way it feels.
How slippery it is.
“Come for me, Starlight.” I can tell how close she is. “Hurry up and come for me.”
I watch her shake her head. “Be a Good Boy, and you go first.”
She leans forward even more and slides her hand down to cup my balls.
Her fingers flex.
Her core tightens.
She squeezes and oh-so-gently pulls.
“Holy fuck.”
I explode.
My abs contract.
I wrap my left arm around her waist as I sit up, curling into her.
And I hold her tightly as my dick pulses, filling her so full I can feel it dripping it out of her.
Tilda tenses, and with one final rub of my fingers, she comes.
Again.