19. Drake #3
She scraped her nails almost painfully over my scalp and growled up at me. “Now. Drake. Now!”
My grin split wider as I basked in her fury and her lust. “You’ve always had a bossy streak?—”
“If you don’t fuck me now, I swear to god I’ll kill you.”
“—and I’ve always liked it more than I should.”
Helen ignored me. With swift efficiency, she reached between our bodies, grabbed my cock, and tipped her hips up. Her cunt caught the head of my dick, snatching a grunt from my lips.
“You want me to fill your tight cunt, then?”
“Yes! Please—ah!” Sliding in halfway, stretching her slick heat, suddenly shut her up.
Her gasp strangled her, and her head thumped back.
But I didn’t want the silence. My cock somehow hardened further as I pushed into her, and her inner walls fluttered around me.
“Drake. Drake,” Helen chanted my name as I slid inch by inch until I bottomed out inside her.
I swore I felt her heart beating inside of her, squeezing me.
She was so hot, wet, tight; she felt like heaven in the flesh.
The stretch of her walls as I withdrew and pushed my hips forward to fill her again made me hot, molten lava coursed through my veins.
Her body adjusted to my girth, and she grew increasingly wet, shaking as I slowly fucked into her.
“The way you feel, Monty, fuck. I can barely control myself,” I choked out.
She nodded, pressing her lips against my ear. “Then don’t.”
“You feel so good on my cock.” I released the hold on my restraint, pulling back to slam into her. We groaned in tandem from the friction, from the force, from the pleasure. “Does that feel good?”
“Oui. ?a fait tellement de bien.”
“Fuck, this cock was made for you, Monty. All of me is all for you.” She crashed her mouth to mine again, bucking her hips to meet and encourage my thrusts.
Each drag of my length in her channel built up her bliss, and our movements grew frantic.
I rolled my hips to ensure my pelvis ground against her clit in the way she liked, the way that made her tighten on me.
Helen’s breathing grew ragged as I rutted into her, slamming into her so hard the headboard cracked repeatedly into the wall.
The rattling, the creaking of the bed, the slick noise of my cock entering her, and her delicious little noises created a symphony of ecstasy.
Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth dropped open as she cried out.
Grabbing her chin, I maneuvered her face down. “Stay with me, Monty.” Her lashes fluttered open. Our eyes locked, and something almost tangible connected us. “Good girl. Look at me. Stay right here with me.”
She whimpered.
My hands tightened on her, and when she rocked her hips up, I thrust to meet her. Our movements became less controlled, passionate with the frenzy. Despite our past, having fucked a decade ago, it felt new—it felt so damn good I wanted to lose myself in the feel of her and the sounds she made.
Her lashes fluttered, and I tensed my grip on her chin briefly.
“Let me see those pretty eyes. Look at me. Beautiful, so perfect.” She keened, cheeks pink from exertion and the praise.
Dropping her chin, I curved my hand under her head, pressing our foreheads together.
Her eyes stayed on mine, gaze never straying as we lived in the moment, experiencing the intimacy together.
She placed her hands on the sides of my face. Helen gently pressed her lips to mine. The sensation of her being everywhere overwhelmed me. Liquid heat gripped me, and I trembled with incoming release.
“Fuck, Monty, I need you to come. I’m not… I’m not going to last much longer,” I groaned.
“Touch me,” she said into my lips.
I slid a hand between us, brushing my thumbs over her nipples before moving further down.
My thumb strummed over her clit as I thrust furiously into her.
A vibrant string of French curses flew from her lips and her entire body shook as if she were being electrocuted.
She looked gorgeous, right on the cusp of her climax.
“Look me in the eye when you come on my cock. Let me see those pretty eyes when you come, Monty.”
“Ne vous arrêtez pas. J’ai besoin de toi.”
“Never stopping. I won’t. I’m here. I’m right here with you,” I promised, before catching her mouth again.
Her second orgasm tore through her seconds later.
She seized beneath me, cunt clenching so tight I crumbled against the wave of pleasure in my core.
As Helen succumbed to her bliss, I followed.
“Fuuuck.” A low growl against her mouth. My cock pulsed my release inside of her still-fluttering cunt. I held her like my life depended on it, refusing to let go of her as we collapsed in the bed, bodies still connected.
“Drake,” she sighed against me. I held her closer.
Warm, slick with perspiration and bodies thrumming from physical exertion and neither of us cared. My wife—I’d never get tired of thinking that—and I laid tangled together, with the rise and fall of our breathing, and our satisfaction sending us toward sleep.