I pulled my hand back just enough to make her whimper in protest, then grabbed her by the waist with both hands, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I walked us over to the couch.
The LED lights shifted to a deeper red, casting her skin in a glow that made her look even more irresistible, like an actress from... well, other industries, in her own private set.
I sat down hard on the cushions, pulling her with me so she landed in my lap—but not facing me.
Oh no, I positioned her deliberately, her back pressed flush against my chest, her long legs spread wide on either side of mine, draped over my thighs like she was on display.
Her ass nestled right against my bulging cock, the thin babydoll riding up to expose more of that leopard G-string, her pussy lips visible through the sheer fabric, already puffy and wet.
She let out a soft gasp as she settled into place, her head falling back against my shoulder, red hair spilling over my arm like silk.
The position left her completely open, completely exposed—her tits heaving under the mesh, nipples begging for attention, her thighs parted wide enough that I could see the damp spot on her G-string growing.
"Rex—" she started, her voice a breathy plea, but I cut her off by sliding my hand down her stomach, fingers trailing slow, teasing paths over the sheer fabric, feeling her muscles twitch under my touch.
My palm flattened against her lower belly, pressing just enough to make her squirm, then dipped lower, straight into her G-string.
The fabric was soaked, clinging to her like a second skin, and my fingers found her pussy immediately—hot, slick, dripping with need.
Fuck, she was a mess already, her arousal coating my fingertips as I parted her folds, feeling how swollen and ready she was.
"Fuck," I muttered against her neck, my breath hot on her skin. "You're already dripping. This pussy's been waiting for me, hasn't it? Soaking that G-string just thinking about my fingers stretching you open."
She whimpered, her hips shifting restlessly, trying to grind down onto my hand for more contact.
Her ass pressed harder against my cock, the friction making me groan low in my throat, but I held steady, teasing her entrance with light circles, dipping in just the tip of one finger to feel her clench.
"Yes—Rex—please—" she begged, her voice breaking on the words, her hands gripping my thighs for support, nails digging into the denim like she needed something to hold onto.
I didn't make her wait any longer.
Not when she sounded like that, all desperate and filthy.
I slid two fingers inside her in one smooth, deep motion, burying them to the knuckle in her tight, wet heat.
She cried out sharply and loudly, her whole body jerking in my lap like she'd been electrocuted, her pussy clenching around me immediately, sucking me in deeper.
"Fuck—Rex—oh god, yes—"
The words tumbled out of her, breathless and broken, her walls fluttering around my fingers as I started slow, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm, curling them slightly on each stroke to hit that spongy spot inside her that made her thighs tremble uncontrollably.
Her pussy was so fucking tight, so hot and slick, gripping me like a vice as I worked her open.
I could feel every ridge, every pulse of her inner walls, her arousal dripping down my hand, making obscene wet sounds with every thrust.
"God, you're so tight," I murmured into her ear, my voice rough with lust, my free hand coming up to cup one of her tits through the mesh babydoll.
The fabric was rough under my palm, but her nipple was hard as a pebble, and I squeezed gently at first, rolling it between my fingers before pinching harder, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
"This pussy's greedy for my fingers, isn't it? Clenching like you can't get enough, dripping all over my hand."
She moaned louder, her back arching off my chest, pressing her ass harder against my throbbing cock.
The friction was torture—my jeans too tight, my length aching to be free and buried inside her—but I ignored it, focused on her.
My fingers picked up speed, thrusting harder, deeper, curling relentlessly against that spot that made her whole body shake.
The wet, squelching sounds filled the room, mixing with her breathless cries, the LED lights casting red shadows over her flushed skin.
"Yes—just like that—fuck—" she gasped, her hands clawing at my thighs, nails leaving red marks through the fabric.
Her hips bucked into my hand, grinding down for more, her pussy gushing around my fingers, coating them in her slick juices.
I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the side of her neck, inhaling her scent—perfume and sweat and pure arousal—as I trailed kisses along the sensitive skin there.
Slow, deliberate, open-mouthed kisses that left wet trails, punctuated by the occasional scrape of my teeth.
She shuddered violently, her head tilting to the side to give me better access, a high whine escaping her throat as I sucked hard on her pulse point, hard enough to leave a dark hickey blooming under her skin.
Then I soothed it with my tongue, lapping at the mark like I was tasting her essence.
"You taste so fucking good," I growled against her neck, my fingers never stopping their rhythm, plunging in and out with filthy precision. "This neck, this skin—and your pussy? Dripping like honey, clenching so tight around my fingers. You're gonna cum so hard for me, aren't you? Soak my hand like the needy girl you are."
"Oh god—Rex—don't stop—" she begged, her voice cracking, her body writhing in my lap.
Her tits bounced slightly with each thrust of my fingers, the mesh rubbing against her nipples, making them even harder.
I pinched the one in my hand again, twisting just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through her, and she cried out, her pussy fluttering wildly around me.
I could feel her getting close—the way her walls tightened in rhythmic pulses, the way her breathing turned into short, desperate pants, the way her thighs started quivering uncontrollably, spreading wider as if inviting me deeper.
I bit down gently on her neck again, then licked over the spot, soothing it with slow circles of my tongue that mirrored what my fingers were doing inside her.
My thumb found her clit—swollen, slick—and pressed down, rubbing firm circles that made her hips jerk violently.
"That's it, Red," I whispered directly into her ear, my breath hot and ragged. "Feel how wet you are? This pussy's mine right now—dripping, clenching, begging for more. Cum for me, you filthy girl. Cum all over my fingers like you were made for it."
That did it.
Her whole body went rigid in my arms, her back arching off my chest like a bowstring snapping, her pussy clamping down on my fingers so hard it almost hurt, pulsing in tight, rhythmic waves as her orgasm slammed into her.
"Fuck—Rex—yes—I'm—coming—oh fuck—"
The words spilled out in a broken torrent, her moans turning into high, desperate cries that echoed off the walls.
Her thighs shook violently, her nails digging deep into my legs, her body shuddering as wave after wave crashed through her, her pussy gushing around my fingers, soaking my hand and the G-string, dripping down onto my jeans.
I kept moving my fingers, slower now, gentler, drawing out every last tremor, every filthy pulse until she was whimpering, oversensitive and spent.
Her arousal coated my skin, sticky and warm, the scent of her filling the air like a drug.
Finally, she went limp against me, her body slumping back into my chest, her breathing ragged and uneven, skin flushed and damp with sweat.
I could feel her heartbeat racing against my palm where my hand still rested on her stomach, her thighs twitching with aftershocks.
I slowly pulled my fingers out, and she whimpered softly at the loss, her pussy clenching one last time around nothing, a fresh trickle of wetness seeping out.
I brought my hand up, examining my fingers—slick and glistening with her cum, strings of her arousal connecting them—and smirked.
Then I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting her fully—salty-sweet, musky, addictive.
She turned her head slightly, watching me through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted in a breathless pant, and let out a hoarse, filthy laugh.
"You're such a tease," she murmured, her voice wrecked and raw from all the moaning. "Licking my cum off your fingers like that... fuck, it's hot."
I grinned, nipping at her earlobe.
"You love it. Love how I make this pussy sing for me, don't you?"
She didn't argue, just sighed contentedly, her body melting further into mine.
The LED lights shifted back to violet, casting a soft glow over us as we caught our breath, the room still humming with that post-orgasm haze.
My cock was still hard as steel, throbbing against her ass, but this moment—the way she trembled in my arms, the satisfaction of making her cum undone—was worth the ache.
For now.
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