Chapter 125
**Sara**
He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. His mouth was hot, wet, and demanding, drawing noises from me I didn't know I was capable of making. It was blissful torture, the tease of orgasm always just out of reach.
Finally, he pulled back, his lips swollen and glistening. "Think you can wait a little longer, babe?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Before I could answer, he was moving, sliding down his boxers to reveal his rock-hard cock.
I licked my lips, anticipation coursing through me. "I think I can manage," I said, my voice shaky but determined.
He grinned, positioning himself so his cock was right in front of my face. "That's my girl," he said, tracing his tip along my lips. "Show me how much you want it."
I didn't need to be told twice. I wrapped my hand around his length, marveling at the heat and hardness beneath my fingers. My tongue flicked out, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that had collected at the tip. He groaned, his hand tangling in my hair.
Encouraged, I opened my mouth, taking him in inch by inch. He was big, filling my mouth and stretching my lips. I worked my tongue along the underside of his cock, hollowing my cheeks to create delicious suction.
His grip on my hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward slightly. "Fuck, Sara," he groaned. "That's it. Just like that."
I bobbed my head, taking him deeper, savoring the taste and feel of him in my mouth. My free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, making him moan louder. I loved the sound of his pleasure, loved knowing I was the one making him lose control.
His cock hit the back of my throat, and I fought back the urge to gag, relaxing my throat to take him deeper. Tom's breath hitched, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Fuck, Sara. You look so good with my cock in your mouth," he growled, his voice raw. "Such a good girl."
I hummed around him, the vibrations making him shudder. I pulled back slightly, sucking him like he was my favorite ice cream, savoring every inch. My tongue flicked against his tip, then I took him deep again, fucking him with my mouth.
His grip on my hair was almost painful, but I loved it. I loved the way he was losing control, the way I had him at my mercy. His groans grew louder, more desperate, and I knew he was getting close.
"Sara, fuck, I'm gonna come," he warned, trying to pull back. But I wasn't having any of that. I tightened my grip, taking him even deeper, wanting to taste him and feel him explode in my mouth.
With a strained groan, Tom's hips jerked, and he came, hot and salty, flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, milking him with my mouth, riding out his orgasm until he was spent.
His knees wobbled, and he slumped back against the couch, trying to catch his breath. I gave his spent cock one last, playful lick, then sat back, wiping my mouth with a satisfied grin.
"Goddamn, Sara," he breathed, eyes half-lidded with post-orgasmic bliss. "You're gonna be the death of me."
I just smirked, scooting closer, all but pouncing on him as I kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on my lips. His hands found my waist, gripping me with bruising strength as I straddled his hips. The friction of his softening cock against my pussy made me moan into the kiss. We were magnetic, drawn together in a frenzy of need and desire.
Breaking the kiss, I couldn't resist a playful bite on his lower lip. "Did you miss me?" I teased, moving my hips just enough to draw a groan from deep in his chest.
"You're beyond insatiable, Sara," he growled, his eyes dark with lust and amusement.
I grinned, grinding against him, feeling his cock start to stir beneath me. "I seem to remember you starting something. It's only fair you finish it."
"God, you're a handful," he said, but his voice had no real complaint. I felt a thrill shoot through me as his cock began to harden again, pulsing against my wet, needy pussy.
I leaned in close. "I want you to fuck me, Tom. Hard. Don't hold back."
"Oh, I'll fuck you alright," he muttered, his hands moving to cup my ass, squeezing roughly. "You're gonna scream my name."
"Promises, promises," I taunted, rubbing my soaked folds along his length. It wasn't long before he was back at full mast, his cock twitching against my entrance with every movement.
I slid my hand down between us, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. It felt like holding a steel rod wrapped in velvet—firm, hot, and oh-so-ready. I stroked him slowly, savoring the way his body twitched beneath my touch, the way his breath hitched with every pump of my hand.
"Fuck, Sara," he breathed, his grip on my ass tightening. "You're gonna make me come again before I even get inside you."
"Not if you don't hurry," I whispered, nipping at his neck. "I want you to feel how wet I am, want you to fuck my pussy until I can't think straight."
"Goddamn, you're filthy," he groaned, his hips bucking into my hand.
"Damn right, I am," I purred, aligning the head of his cock with my entrance. Slowly, agonizingly, I lowered myself onto him, taking him inch by glorious inch.
Tom's head fell back against the couch, a strangled moan escaping his lips as I sank down, fully sheathing his cock inside my tight pussy. The sensation was electric, waves of pleasure coursing through me as I started to move.
"Fuck, Sara," he growled, his hands gripping my hips, helping to guide my movements. "You're so fucking tight."
"Damn right, I am," I panted, picking up the pace and riding him hard. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of ecstasy dancing behind my eyelids. "And you're gonna make me come all over your cock."
"You're gonna make me lose it," he groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh.
"Good," I gasped, increasing my speed, the wet sound of our fucking filling the room. "I want you to come, Tom. I want to feel you fill me up."
His hands left my hips, ghosting up my sides to cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples in a way that had me crying out.
"Oh, fuck, yes," I moaned, arching into his touch. "Just like that."
He twisted my nipples again, harder this time, and the pleasure-pain shot through me, making me buck harder against his cock. I was close, so fucking close I could taste it.
"Come for me, Sara," he commanded, his voice tight with his own impending orgasm.
"God, Tom, I'm... Ah!" I shattered around him, my pussy clenching around his cock as I came, my vision exploding into stars. He followed me over the edge, his cock throbbing as he came, filling me with his hot release.
We stayed like that, panting, shaking, completely spent. Finally, I collapsed against him, our ragged breaths mingling.
"Fuck," he muttered. "You really are gonna be the death of me."
I chuckled weakly, still floating on the clouds of orgasm. "Can't say you didn't enjoy it."
"Oh, I enjoyed it," he said, smugly satisfied. "You might be a handful, Sara, but you're my kind of handful."
"Damn right," I breathed, smiling lazily as I nestled against his chest. "Damn right."
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