Play Along(115)

Ass cheeks pressed to the glass, and finger still in my pussy, I thrust in and out. It’s far too easy. I’m far too wet.

Isaiah watches between us, using his foot to nudge my legs apart. He uses a single index finger to glide up my inner thigh, gathering my arousal.

“Pretty,” he hums his approval, and just as I think he’s going to slip that finger into his own mouth, he instead presses it to the seam of mine. “Open.”

I do.

“You need to taste this for yourself, maybe then you’ll understand why I’m so far gone. You taste like fucking heaven.”

He guides his finger into my mouth, and I don’t hesitate to lick a long line before sucking myself off him.

When he pulls his finger from my mouth, it’s with a lewd pop, and immediately my hands slide to his waistband.

“I didn’t tell you to stop fucking your finger, Kenny.”

I still for a beat before sliding my finger back inside my pussy, only to quickly add a second.

“Goddamn, you’re so good.” He makes quick work of his shoes and pants, leaving only his shirt on. “So fucking smart. So fucking sweet when you want to be. So fucking mine.”

“Yes,” is all I can say, head thrown back against the window. The loud pops of fireworks are dulled from the pounding orgasm that’s begging to release. My two fingers aren’t enough.

My eyes are glued to his cock, the way it works in his fist. Fuck, he’s hard already.

Isaiah flips me around, tits pressed to the glass. “Watch the show, baby. That’s what you wanted to do.”

I moan, rolling my body against the window, one hand bracing myself against it, the other working myself.

But then he pulls my fingers out of my cunt and instead, slides them up to my clit. “You don’t stop touching yourself, okay, Ken?”

He helps me circle my clit, using the pads of his fingers to press into mine.

My exhale is hot, leaving a foggy film over the window, but that’s nowhere near as filthy as when Isaiah slams his hand against the glass to brace himself, smearing my arousal for both of us to see.

“Arch that ass for me, baby.”

I don’t hesitate and just as more fireworks soar into the sky, Isaiah notches the head of his cock at my entrance, and when the resounding boom echoes around us, he pushes himself inside.

“Fuck,” I cry out.

He pulls out and pushes back so easily. I’m so wet, so ready to come.

I don’t even realize when my fingers stop moving. I’m so focused on the way Isaiah’s cock buries itself in me, stealing my breath from me.

“What did I say? Keep rubbing your clit.”

So, I do, in quick, tight little circles because I’m already so fucking close.

“Do you know how lucky I am, Kennedy?”

I whimper against the glass.

“Do you understand how smart, how capable, how fucking special you are?”

His words have me clenching around him. I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to boost my ego after that phone call.

It’s working.

“I have waited, and fucking waited for this. You’re my answered prayer. You know that?”

My fingers move frantically as he fucks me from behind.

“You want to know what my favorite part of the last couple months is, other than getting to fuck this cunt that was made for me? It’s getting to watch you come alive. You know that, Kenny?” He thrusts deep, continually hitting me right where I need him. “The way you smile. The way you laugh now. Fuck, I could come just thinking about it.”

His knuckles turn white as he flexes his hand into a fist against the glass, his other hand digging into my hip, fingertips sure to leave bruises there for me to find tomorrow.

Bending over me, his mouth meets the crook of my neck. “God, I love you.”

That’s all it takes.

“Isaiah,” I cry out, clenching around him.

I’ve never had someone say those words to me before. Not a single person. Never even had someone try to pretend they meant them.

But there’s not a question in my mind that he does. It’s what allows the blinding orgasm to rip through me, writhing into the glass, the fireworks outside looking real inconsequential compared to the ones racking my body.

“Fuck me, you’re pulsing,” he says, still buried deep inside of me.

I ride it out, and once I’m done, he slowly slides out of me.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, fingers threaded into my hair when he gently pulls to turn my face to him.

He kisses me right there, freshly fucked and slumped against the window.

I hardly notice when he turns me around and guides me down to my knees. I’m too focused on the aftershocks of my orgasm, but I sit up on shaky, spent legs, my hooded eyes locked on his glistening cock.

His lips tilt with mischief as he looks down at me. “It’s about time you get on your knees for me. I’ve spent the last three years on mine for you.”

I hold my head high. “I fucking love being on my knees for you.”

“Mmm,” he hums, finger and thumb keeping my chin up and my attention focused on him. “And don’t you look pretty down there.”

He keeps his eyes on me as he uses a single hand to slip his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room.