“What do you need, pretty baby? You want to ride my hand? You want me to see how many of my fingers your needy pussy can take?” Needy. I had some nerve calling her needy when all I could think about was how much I needed to be slamming my dick into her needy little pussy. I licked a path along the line of her neck, nibbled on her earlobe. “You need me to play with your clit?” I pinched it between my thumb and the knuckle of my forefinger.

“Tommy!” she gasped, more of her silky wetness spilling over my fingers.

“Tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to make you come, Darcy?”

“Yes! Make me come,” she panted against my lips, a desperate sound.

“Fuck, yes,” I whispered back, plunging my middle two fingers into her. Tight, satiny, and so, so, wet. Her hips snapped forward, sinking my fingers deeper. I cradled her in my hand, stroking them deep and feeling her tighten around them. She rubbed her clit against the heel of my hand, needing that extra bit of stimulation, but when I added a third finger, she went completely still.

“Shit, Tommy,” she whispered, then arched and threw her head back.

“Hermosa, coño…e’ perfecto,” I whispered, my hand still in her pussy, feeling it flex around my fingers in hard spasms — close to coming. Almost, but not yet. She looked at me, her still wet hair tangled around her shoulders, her swim-hard body strong and undulating as waves of pleasure coursed through her. I’ve wanted to have her like this — wanted her to want this from me. Wanted that wild look in her eyes as I pressed my thumb to her clit and the swollen, rough bundle of nerves against the front wall of her pussy and rubbed those fingers inside and outside of her like I was testing and observing the subtle changes in her texture and wetness (because I was) until she trembled and moaned.

I want to see her come, I want to see her come, I need to see it...

I wanted to see how she looked when she came apart from my attentions. Wanted my name in her mouth when she came. Needed it. But…fuck.

I never considered what would happen to me. Never considered how I would feel if she said yes, and then Tommy! and yes and yes again. I never considered what would happen to me or how the fuck it would make me feel.