Nothing will ever compare to this, I thought, as I made my way back to the bed with the condoms in hand. I tore one from the trio, but my hands were trembling, and I couldn’t grasp it to tear it open.

“Here,” she said, taking the condoms from me. “Lie down, sweetheart,” she said, shifting onto her knees.

Heart nearly taking flight at the soft words and endearment that she used, I did as I was told. Flat on my back, my dick sprang rudely into the empty air. Darcey smiled and wiggled, tucking her feet under her bottom. With a featherlight touch, she stroked one hand from the root of my dick to the tip.

“Fuck, Darcy,” I cursed softly, my hips lifting involuntarily to chase her touch.

“Hm…so how does your dirty fantasy go again? I ride this…” She punctuated the word with a firm upward tug on my dick, thumb smearing the precum that spilled from the tip and spreading it over the head.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Hm,” she hummed again before fitting her lips around the tip of me and giving my dick a soft, sucking kiss. “Can you do that without coming?”

“Shit… Darcy. I don’t…” She gave it another kiss, and I melted into the mattress, barely resisting the urge to thrust past her lips. “I don’t know, hermosa. I’m gonna try, but I don’t know. But my dick is still hard, and I’ve already come twice tonight. I wanna say it will stay that way until you’re done using me.”

I had no business speaking so confidently in this moment, especially when nothing like this had ever happened to my body before. Not alone or with anyone else. But I wanted to believe that me and my body were made to serve her in this way, and if I fell short in some way, I would use my fingers or my tongue to get her off.

“Well… I guess I’ll have to test it out and see.” She tore the foil packet with her teeth and rolled it on — quick, but with enough care and sensuality to have me lifting my hips, chasing her touch again.

With my dick bobbing and reaching for her between our bodies, Darcy braced herself over me on her hands and knees. “Goddamn, Tommy. You have always been so damn pretty.”

“I have?” I asked, basking in this moment of adoration.

“Yes,” she said, nuzzling her nose against mine. “You and your rumpled hair, and your sweet smiles, and your yes, Ms. MacFarlands. So pretty…” she whispered.

She reached down between us and wrapped her hand around me, held me steady, as she notched me at the opening of her pussy.