He reached between us with one hand to rub my swollen clit again in tight, fast circles while I rode him. His other hand slid under my tank top, rough palm cupping my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“That’s it,” he groaned, head falling back for a second before his eyes locked on mine again. “Fuck yourself on me. Use me. Ride that cock like you’ve been wanting to for months. Come on my cock while I watch your face.”

I rode him harder, faster, thighs burning, the stool creaking beneath us with every drop of my hips. My arousal was dripping down his cock, making...