52. Alice

ALICE

M y head falls forward, and I fight to breathe.

Michael’s cock is so big it’s almost a struggle to fit him.

I took him last night, but standing like this, with my muscles clenched to stay upright, he feels different. Bigger. Snugger.

Michael’s groan is so loud it echoes around the shower stall.

Pride fills me.

I’m doing this.

I’m the one causing Michael to make those sounds.

I lift my hips a few inches, arching my back as I do so I can keep a hold of Michael’s legs.

I’m so slick, the motion is smooth.

“Alice.” Michael doesn’t loosen his grip on my hips.

I lower back down, and we both groan.

Up and down again.

I’m overstimulated.

Up and down.

Every inch of me is needy. Ready.

Up and down.

My legs start to tremble.

Up and down.

The feeling of being so full is making it hard to keep my balance.

Up and down.

“I’m not gonna last,” I pant out as I wiggle all the way down again.

“Me either.” Michael’s voice is gruff.

I’d been referring to my legs, but hearing Michael sound so close to the edge takes me right there with him.

The fingers on my hip move, sliding around to my front. Sliding down to the spot straining for attention.

“Don’t come until I do,” Michael demands as he strokes my clit. “Lift those hips again.” He touches where we’re connected, gathering more wetness. “Just a few more times.”

I do as he says, straightening my legs, flexing my muscles, lifting off him.

Up and down.

Each time is just as intense as the last.

Up and down.

Each time feels just as new.

Up and down.

His fingers start rubbing circles as his cock drags against something inside me.

My core clenches.

“Once more.” His words are ragged, and I swear I can feel his dick getting thicker. “One more time, Baby.”

Up.

I rise until it feels like he’s almost all the way out.

My thighs shake.

My lungs struggle to take in air.

And this time when Michael brushes over my clit, I implode.