89. Michael

MICHAEL

A lice cries out, and I have to close my eyes.

Heat surrounds me, and the way Alice’s body is clenching around my length is nearly enough to send me over the edge.

“You’re so handsome,” she chants, “so strong.”

I slide my eyes open as I pull my hips back.

The way Alice talks is so fucking innocent, and yet it’s lighting me on fire.

I rock forward and bring a hand between us, pressing my thumb to her clit.

Alice jolts at the contact, and her eyes—which had lowered to where we’re joined—snap up to meet mine.

“More,” I demand as I start to circle my thumb.

“I love your hands.” She clutches at the cushion beneath her. “Your fingers are so big.”

“These fingers?” I ask, slipping the middle finger of my free hand through her slickness. “Think you can take both?”

With her head propped up against the back of the couch, Alice looks to where my hands are.

I flatten my hand on her stomach so she can see better, but I keep my thumb where it is, working her clit.

“You want me to shove this finger inside you too?” I ask, wiggling my finger at her entrance against the top of my cock.

I’ve never done this before, but now that I have Alice, I want to try everything.

Alice’s lips part, but she just nods.

I pull back so my dick is almost all the way out, then I slide the tip of my finger along the top of my cock until it’s against her heat.

Then I slowly push forward, sliding my dick and finger into her heat at the same time.

“Tell me how it feels,” I grit out.

“Good. Oh god, it feels so good.” Her hips wriggle as she attempts to pull me deeper. “I feel so full, Michael.”

I push both in as far as they’ll go.

Alice moans.

I pull out.

Push in.

We create a rhythm.

Alice tightens around me as she gets closer.

I keep moving and rubbing her little clit.

“My Chef.” She squeezes her eyes shut. “My Michael.”

“That’s right, my Alice.” I feel my orgasm building. “Taking all of me so well. Now come on my cock and prove you’re mine,”

I press my finger inside her pussy as I jiggle her clit, and she bursts.

Her body is writhing, and I don’t stop. I can’t.

I keep rubbing her clit, and I keep thrusting inside her until it’s all too much. Then I follow her over the edge.