NYC - Part 2

NOTE: The NYC Series starts with Face to Face. If you haven't been following along, you may want to start there.

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Her pussy still throbbing from the orgasm, Emily let him lead her to the bed.

“You’re still dressed,” she said, tugging at Steve’s belt.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He shoved her back onto the bed, yanked her legs down until her ass hovered at the edge of the mattress.

“Mmm.” He dropped to his knees, pushed her thighs apart.

“Wait!” Emily panted.

“No.” It was fierce, it was commanding and it was fucking hot.

“Oh, Jesus,” was all she managed when his mouth clamped onto her pussy.

Steve pushed her knees back, opening her even more. “So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a hard suck that pulled her clit into his mouth as he rotated his tongue around it.

“Yes, you are.” She ran her hands along his face, held them against his jaw, as his mouth worked her cunt. “You make my pussy feel so good,” she groaned.

“Mmmm,” was all he replied.

With her fingers, she spread her lips for him, opened her legs wider.

“Yes.” He pushed two fingers into her cunt, held them there for a moment.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her hips pressing against his hand. “Fuck me.”

She’d thought the first time was aggressive, the way he’d eaten her pussy like a starved animal, but now it was fervent, almost brutal. And she couldn’t get enough.

He rammed his fingers into her, thrusting in and out, the slapping sound driving her closer to the edge. With his other hand, he pulled back the hood, exposed her clit to suck on it. Every nerve was on alert and the build-up was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

“Oh god. Oh yes. OH FUCK!”

The orgasm left her limp and panting. And wanting more.

She lay on the bed, still spread open, watched him undress; he never took his eyes off hers as he removed his clothing. She broke the connection when he dropped his jeans, her eyes dipping down to watch his cock spring up.

“You’re commando.” She smiled as she inched up the bed, pleased that her legs still worked.

He crawled toward her, hovered over her on hands and knees. “Since I was a teenager.”

He sat up, his legs straddling her hips, rubbed the tip of his cock. He spread the bead of pre-cum, then rubbed his cock between her legs, sliding it up and down the soaking slit.

He looked up at her, gave her that boyish grin she’d only seen on her laptop. “My turn.”

The NYC series continues here

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