8 - Are you Sore?

8 - Are you Sore?

Cillian

“Yes, Cillian—ah!”

Emma moaned, her voice soft and sultry, full of pleasure when I dragged my dick out to slam inside her perfect pussy. I had to clench my teeth and hold on to her pretty body to keep myself from coming. She was fucking perfect. Her breasts jiggling with each thrust, her warm curvy body perfect against mine and her pouty pink lips parted in a soundless gasp.

I kissed her calf on my shoulder, biting the soft skin. I wanted to mark her everywhere. Claim her.

“Touch yourself,” I grunted, filling her up, her walls clamping me. “Rub your pretty clit and make yourself cum again, Doll.”

She obeyed, gliding her hand down her body, but she stopped when I pounded inside her. She was gasping and panting, a thin sheet of sweat glistening off of her.

“I—I can’t,” she twisted her face into the sheets, her hands fisting them. “Cillian!”

“Yes, Doll, I got you,” I whispered, leaning down and spreading her legs wider. “I’ll make you cum again, yea