Page 79 of Oxygen Deprived

I grunted in reply, not sure I could make my voice come out sounding as strong as I’d want it to sound.

If she only knew what she did to me.

All thoughts completely left my head when she started to move.

My hands moved of their own volition to her ass as I helped her along, up and down, side to side.

She gyrated on my cock, the very tip of it repeatedly kissing the entrance to her womb.

“I’m pretty sure I can die a happy man now,” I mentioned on a grunt. “Jesus, move faster.”

She moved faster.

“Slam those hips down, let me hear those ass cheeks slappin’ the tops of my thighs,” I ordered her.

She followed my urgings, pulling up and then slamming down so hard that the sounds of our lovemaking echoed off the walls.

Her back arched, and the nipples on top of her perky breasts pebbled underneath her clothes.

“Take off your shirt and bra,” I ordered her.

She ripped both off without a word, enabling me to see the way her tits bounced with each downward motion.

“Ah, God,” I moaned loudly. “I’m gonna come.”

Her hand moved down to her clit, and my hands clenched her ass as my release started to work its way to my cock.

My balls drew up, and my abs clenched as I exploded.

The sight of her working herself while riding my cock obliterated any control that I might have thought that I had.

“Uhhhh,” I grunted out my release, my hips bucking so hard that I lifted her clear off her knees.

She cried out as well, and it was only once I was back in control of my faculties that I realized it was in release and not surprise at being forced off the bed.

Her head was falling back, her hair brushing the tops of my thighs.

Her hands were braced on my chest, one just under my right pectoral, and the other directly over my heart.

Her breathing was frantic as her pussy clenched rhythmically over the still hard length of my cock.

I bit my lips and watched her come down from her own high, amazed yet again that someone that beautiful would want me.

Something that I told her moments later.

“God,” I whispered gruffly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A knock at the front door had us both turning to see Raphael’s back against the open window that was directly in the line of sight from the bed that we were still laying completely naked on top of.

“Shit,” Aspen said, rolling off of me in one swift move, unseating herself from my cock and rolling off the bed.

My still semi-erect cock slapped wetly against my belly and I cursed when I saw that, once again, we’d busted a condom.

“Jesus Christ,” I said. “What are the fucking odds of this?” I asked the ceiling, uncaring that Raphael was at the door.

He couldn’t see us, and I guessed it was because he was being respectful rather than pissing us off any more than he’d already done today.

“Shit,” Aspen hissed when she saw me take off the remains of the condom.