Chapter 131

My hand traced the wetness between Lily's legs, and I slid my cock along her slick folds. I leaned against the windowsill, the cool glass a counterpoint to the heat building between us. The friction against Lily's ass, the glide of my cockhead against her clit, sent more of her juices flowing.

A soft moan escaped her lips. "Oh, that's so good."

I cupped her breasts, the weight of them delightful in my hands, and thrust hard into her tight, welcoming pussy.

It didn't take long.

"I can't… I'm gonna come," she gasped.

Her orgasm hit her in a wave, and she went limp against me. I slowly pulled back, my cock slick with her cum, then eased back in. Her thighs tightened around my waist, her hands fluttering weakly.

"Mmm, so good," she murmured.

With a final thrust deep inside her heat, I came, filling her with my cum. I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Lily trembled beneath me, her soft body sprawled across the cool marble countertop. The afterglow of her orgasm lingered in her hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. Her ass was still clenched tight.

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her pussy pulsed, and a mixture of our cum leaked out, trailing down her smooth thighs.

She leaned against my chest, letting me caress her full breasts. She knelt there, a picture of satisfied wantonness, a small, lascivious smile playing on her lips as she watched the city lights twinkling outside.

I pulled out, my cock still wet, and smeared my cum across her upturned ass. I sat on the large sofa by the round table, her legs still draped across my lap, aching pleasantly. I lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and watched her kneeling silhouette against the window.

"Feel good, baby?" I asked, my voice rough.

I pulled her onto the sofa, wrapping my arms around her soft body. My hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, my thumb and forefinger teasing her nipples.

She turned in my arms, her hot lips finding mine. Her trembling fingers traced the muscles of my chest.

"Zachary," she whispered against my mouth, "I hate the thought of you leaving."

My tongue slipped between her lips, tasting her, tangling with hers.

She pulled back slightly, her breath warm on my face, and kissed her way down my chest, nipping at my nipples.

Her desire was palpable. Remembering the taste of her, I pushed her head lower.

Her lips hesitated at my waist, then she looked up, took a deep breath, and shyly, hesitantly, reached for my semi-hard cock.

I gave her an encouraging look.

"Baby, put it in your mouth."

"No!" she shook her head, blushing.

"Like when I kiss you there," I coaxed. "Don't you want to make me feel good?"

I guided her hand, bringing my cock to her lips.

"Come on, baby, just try it."

She tentatively opened her mouth and took the head of my cock between her lips, her eyes wide and uncertain.

"I… I don't know what to do," she stammered.

"I'll teach you," I murmured. "Just like eating an ice cream cone."

I pushed gently.

She bit down slightly, a jolt of pain making me wince.

"Is that how you eat it?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Her worried expression made me laugh.

"Imagine it's a really hard, frozen ice cream that you really want," I said.

She loosened her bite, then took the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it.

Her mouth was stuffed, and she was clearly into it, sucking hard, her tongue flicking over the head as I moaned.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer.

She bobbed her head, looking up at me with a seductive smile. "Is this right, Zachary? Does it feel good?"

Her eyes held a playful challenge.

"So good, baby," I groaned. "You're a natural. Keep going."

She licked her lips, her eyes half-closed, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She opened her mouth wider, moving her head back and forth, her breasts swaying enticingly.

My cock hardened under her ministrations, growing thick and throbbing.

"It… it's getting bigger again," she mumbled around my cock.

She knelt between my legs, licking with gusto.

"Baby, come on, let's do this again," I said, my voice thick with desire.

She reluctantly pulled away, stood up, and licked her lips, spitting out a few stray pubic hairs. I grabbed her slender waist and lifted her legs.

"Ride me," I commanded.

My slick cock slid easily into her tight pussy.

Her delicate hands wrapped around my neck.

"Zachary, oh god, that's so good," she moaned.

She moved against me, grinding her hips, her soft breasts rubbing against my chest, her pussy milking my cock, her juices soaking the sheets.

I gripped her ass, pulling her down hard, my thumb stroking her lips and cheek. She let out a long, low moan, her eyes dark with lust.

A wicked grin spread across my face as I slowly pulled out.

The moment my cock left her, she whimpered, "Please, Zachary," her voice soft and desperate. "Come on, don't stop."

I kissed her swollen lips, whispering in her ear, "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes," she breathed, rubbing her nose against mine, "I'm so wet."

"Oh, yeah?" I chuckled, propping myself up to look at her. I gently nibbled her nose.

"Feel better now?"

"Much better," she smiled sweetly, "but there's another spot that needs some love," her eyes gleaming with mischief.

My lips moved to her armpit.

"Here?" I murmured.

She giggled and shook her head.

"No."

I licked her nipple.

"Here?"

"Nope," she gasped.