The Perfect Stroke by Jordan Marie

thrust my fingers in and out of her, pulling them apart and stretching her walls as they try to suck me deeper into her depths. Heaven. So wet and hot… tight. I can barely keep my wits about me as I think of getting my dick inside of her. I pull her harder against me, eating that sweet cunt as much as I can. Just as I angle my fingers to scrape against her walls, I suck her clit in my mouth and hold it while thrusting into her over and over—pounding her pussy with my hand. It doesn’t take two minutes before she’s crying out her release and coming all over my fingers and face, her entire body shaking. I keep up my actions until she’s ridden the orgasm as far as she can and she’s brokenly saying my name over and over. My name . I can’t help but feel a sense of pride in that. Finally, I just kiss against her clit and the inside of her thighs and slow my strokes with my hand to a very leisurely pace, allowing her to come back down to earth, but not completely settle.
    “Damn,” she says. “I thought our weekend would be hard to top, but…”
    I pull away to look at her. Her eyes are glazed, but she’s looking down at me and smiling.
    I bring my hand down, hating the fact that I’m leaving her body, even knowing I’ll soon be sunk inside of it. I stroke my cock a few times. My hand and fingers are covered in CC’s cum. I allow the liquid to slide over my cock, painting him in the woman he’s going to fuck into oblivion soon. I squeeze the head tight, trying to beat back my own fucking climax. That’s not going to happen until I at least get back inside of her for a few minutes.
    “Ready for round two?” she asks, even though she’s still breathless.
    Did I mention she might just be perfect?
    “More than ready. Time for you to move that cute ass of yours to the bed.”
    “I thought you wanted to take me against the wall?” She grins, moving away from me and all but hopping backwards on the bed. Her hands go behind her and she wraps each one around one of the wood bed posts on the headboard. She slowly spreads her legs, daring me to come aboard.
    “I will. Right now, I plan on sinking balls-deep inside of you.”
    She lets go with one of her hands to reach across to her nightstand drawer. She blindly feels around and then comes out with two condoms, tossing them at me.
    “Safety first?” I grin, grabbing one and tearing it open with my teeth.
    “I’m a safety girl,” she agrees, her eyes following me as I slide the latex over my dick.
    “I like that about you,” I tell her, positioning my cock at her entrance.
    “You do?” she asks, bringing her eyes back to me.
    “It’s one of the many things I like about you, Cooper,” I tell her, and before she can give me some smartass reply, I push inside of her, bracing myself over her body and not stopping until I’m balls-deep and my cock is pushed in so fucking far she’s completely filled.
    “Fuck,” she huffs as a giant breath leaves her body.
    “You okay?” I ask, needing to make sure before I continue.
    “Just being reminded how those internet sites weren’t exaggerating when they were talking about your nine iron.”
    I’ve always hated that garbage, even if I did enjoy the ladies who helped give me the reputation as the golf stud packing nine inches of steel to drive with between his legs.
    “Nine? I must demand a reprint. It’s more like twelve,” I joke, starting to move inside of her.
    “Now who’s embellishing?”
    “You think so?”
    “I was guessing around ten,” she says, starting to adjust to the rhythm I’m setting.
    “Silly woman. I will make it my mission to prove you wrong,” I groan.
    After that, neither of us can talk because she’s squeezed my cock inside of her and my balls are so tight, I know my orgasm is close and there’s no fucking way I’m going to come unless she does again. So I set my mind to that. Right now, that’s all that matters.
    Later, I’ll think about how it’s possible that CC