Chapter 175 Ten: Mufasa

• "Oh fuck," I grunt, fisting the sheets in my hands and thrusting.
• Estella grips my ass with her hands and holds me still as her pussy wiggles up and down the ridge of my cock. I'm still not inside her, but I'm so goddamn close. Her wet lips slide over me like melted butter, and I don't know how much more I can take.
• "How much to let me eat it?" I whisper in her ear before I bite the shell. Her breath catches in her throat and I feel how wet she is for it. "How much, Estella? You know how bad I want to lick that pussy. Make me pay for it."