Twisted-Games

out until just the tip remained.
“Too much?”
She shook her head, her eyes dark and eager, and I pushed myself inside
her again with a groan.
We worked up to a rhythm—slowly at first, then faster as she got more
comfortable. Bridget’s sputters gradually eased, replaced with moans that
sent tiny vibrations shooting up my cock, and she reached down to finger
herself while I pinched and played with her nipples.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Take every inch down your throat like a good
girl.”
Sweat beaded on my skin as I drove in and out of her mouth until I
couldn’t take it anymore. The silky warmth of her mouth, the sight of her
playing with herself while her throat bulged around my cock…
My orgasm slammed into me like fireworks and exploded behind my
eyes. I pulled out at the last minute and erupted, covering her chest with thick
ropes of cum. I came so fucking hard I almost sank to the floor afterward, and
that never happened. Ever.
By the time I was finished, Bridget had come again too, and the sounds of
our ragged breaths mixed with the heavy scent of sex in the air.
“Wow.” She blinked, looking a little shellshocked.
I laughed, my head—both of them—still buzzing from the aftershocks.
“I should be the one saying that.” I gave her a quick kiss before I scooped
her up from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned
up, princess.”
After our shower, during which I couldn’t resist fingering her to another
orgasm, I replaced the sheets before setting her back down on the bed.
Exhaustion and satisfaction lined her face, and for once, she let me fuss over
her without complaint as I tucked her beneath the covers and smoothed her
hair out of her face.
“Bucket list number four. Don’t say I never gave you anything,” I teased.
Bridget managed to yawn and laugh at the same time. “Bucket list
number four,” she murmured sleepily. “It was perfect.” She blinked up at me,
her blue eyes a little sad. “I wish we could stay here forever.”
My chest squeezed. “Me too, princess.” I gave her another kiss, the
softest of the night, and tried to etch the taste and feel of her in my memory.
After she drifted off, I sat and watched her sleep for a while, feeling like a
total creep but unable to look away. Her chest rose and fell with steady