“I want…” She loses the ability to speak when I add a finger to the mix, pumping it in and out of her pussy while flitting my tongue over her tender flesh. “I want the evidence of this moment soaking my panties, reminding me who you belong to while watching those girls toss theirs at you on stage.”

With a savage growl, I rise to my knees. My muscles tense as I rip the button of my jeans open, lower the zipper, and wrench my erection out.

Lining up our centers, I slam into her dripping pussy in one hard thrust. Her warm walls tighten around my cock, squeezing me with a vice grip. Slowly her pussy starts pulsing around me, caressing my shaft with a velvet touch.

I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks, gripping her while grinding deep.

“Yes!” she screams, bucking her hips when I hit just the right spot. “God, Lyle, Oh, yeah—harder.”

The sight of her fingers pinching her nipples, still shiny from playing with her pussy has me ready to bust.

It’s a struggle, but I refrain, studying her facial expressions, watching and waiting to unleash fully until her entire body is trembling with her impending release.

Only then do I let go, pounding rhythmically into her, spurred on by her passionate screams.

Fiery heat travels through my shaft. Like a coiled spring, my muscles contract, as I battle against nature in a fight to hold out until her climax hits. She clenches around me, moaning and thrashing, begging me to fall with her.

Sweet relief fires off in spurts as we tumble together in perfect harmony. The first one hard and fast, each subsequent gush waning in intensity.

Spent, I fall to my back, bringing her with me, my dick still buried to the hilt.

I’m lost in a state of complete bliss while she slowly rocks over me, milking every drop of her orgasm. She rides out every wave until, thoroughly sated, she collapses on my chest.

We lay there on the carpet, still joined, our hearts beating to the same erratic rhythm. There’s no sound apart from our labored breaths and the occasional smooch of our lips.

“How bad is it?” she finally asks, picking her head up so I can assess the damage to her makeup.

I swipe a thumb beneath her lip, picking up a little runaway lipstick. “Your face still looks great… Might wanna do something with this though…” I make a point of trying to comb my fingers through her hair. They get stuck about midway down.

“I’m getting off now,” she warns, hiking her skirt all the way up as not to get any mess on it before easing up and off.

She retrieves the package of wet wipes from her purse, passing me a few before cleaning herself up and slipping back into her panties.