short, hard strokes that matched the insistent rubbing at my clit, his thighs slapping into mine. I moaned when he grabbed me and pulled me deep into the saddle of his hips, sinking himself as far as he could go.

“God, you know what I love!” He made me want to scream and I buried my face in the pillow, moaning low and loud, hoping Beth wouldn’t hear us.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmured, moving my hand out of the way with his, strumming my clit with his big fingers, back and forth, round and round. “I know everything you like.” He pinched my clit gently between his thumb and forefinger, peeling the hood of skin back and squeezing, just the right amount of pressure, like a pulse, over and over and over…

“Oh fuck!” I felt my orgasm hovering, teasing me, like a pregnant storm cloud waiting for just the right moment to let go with a torrent, a veritable flood.

TJ didn’t stop his tease, jerking my clit now as if it were a tiny little cock, his hips driving into me, pressing me forward on the bed. “Please, please, please!”

“Just imagine it, Ronnie…” He pressed me further, forcing my knees to buckle under his weight. “I could teach her to do all the things you love…” I groaned into the pillow, shaking my head, trying not to imagine it but unable to stop the thoughts as his words flooded over me and his cock found some deep part of me, rubbing there again and again, as if my pussy were some magic lamp and he were searching for an elusive genie.

“Can’t you feel her under you, baby?” Relentless, on and on. “Her tongue buried in your pussy, her cunt spread open for your mouth…” The image was hot-more than hot, it made me burn with a deeper heat than I’d ever known with TJ alone. I wanted more, but I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t have to, though, because he didn’t stop. He kept rubbing and talking and coaxing and crooning, telling me about her pussy and her tongue and her soft, hot body under mine, until I was aching for it, feeling it building low in my belly as I thrashed under him on the bed.