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Chapter 55
"Oh, fuck yes! I'm so close, Jason."
Liz's words and moans were like music to my ears, caressing the inner parts of my mind as expertly as her tongue had worked my shaft only minutes earlier when I dumped a thick load down her throat.
Now it was my turn to make her legs quiver.
My fingers dug in hard as I grasped Liz's hips with a grip like an iron vice. Her skin was slick with oil and shimmered enticingly in the low light. Every touch of her flesh against mine was borderline uncomfortable with the heat. We'd spent so long wrapped up together after that I couldn't remember a time when we weren't covered in oil and sweat. It was almost impossible to keep our bodies still as we slipped and slid together on the cool, tiled floor.
Liz groaned in pleasure again when my hand landed across her muscular ass, creating a loud smack that paired perfectly with the following slap across her other cheek. I never grew tired of Liz's outstanding body. Especially the way the oils had soaked into every groove and crevice, accentuating her toned, athletic body.
The towel I had laid down on the slick floor slid a little under my knees, causing me to lose my balance. The move affected Liz's position too. Being the fantastic and energetic lover she always was, Liz met my thrusts by slamming herself back against me, driving my cock deep inside of her with each thrust, only this time, I didn't have such a stable foundation.
The force of Liz's firm ass slamming into my pelvis—along with the slippery floor and my unstable stance—knocked me onto my back. My reflexes were on point, and I was able to wrap an arm around Liz's waist, pulling her off her knees and onto me as I rolled onto my back. Liz didn't skip a beat. Her hands grasped my ankles, and she quickly fell into the rhythm of riding my cock, reverse cowgirl style.
Once again, my hands found purchase on her glorious ass, but Liz had all the leverage in this position. So, I laid back and let her ride me like a prized stallion.
I held out for as long as possible, but there was only so much any man could take—even a man accustomed to sleeping with multiple different goddesses on a daily basis. I knew Liz wasn't too keen on having children—unlike the others—but I had also been blasting her insides almost daily for the last eight months or so, and she hadn't gotten pregnant. I'd have to buy stocks in whatever birth control she used—because it was working overtime.
With my climax racing in, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I was filling her to near bursting once again. I sat up, wrapped one arm around Liz's mid-section, and gripped a fistful of her matted, slick hair. I leaned back, pulling my athletic goddess' back against my chest, and hugged her tightly against my body. I pulled her hair hard, bringing her ear close to my lips as I sank my cock deep inside her.
"Are you ready" I whispered as my free hand slid down her stomach towards our joined sex. My fingers brushed over her engorged clit, bringing a sharp gasp to Liz's open lips.
"I don't think I'm ever ready for you." Liz breathed heavily, her stomach already fluttering and her abdominals tensing hard as her legs quivered.
I ran my tongue up the side of Liz's neck before pressing my free hand against our joined pelvis', my thumb making quick circles over her sensitive nub. Her body began to shudder almost immediately, but only after I started pumping into her again did she begin to scream in pleasure.
I held Liz hard against me as my hips worked and worked. My cock slid effortlessly into her welcoming pussy, and the squelch of her juices only added to our slick flesh. The scent of arousal, sweat, and massage oil filled the tiny room, the unmistakable aroma that one only achieved from rigorous and primal sex.
Something that Liz and I were professionals at by now.
My climax rushed onward, and before long, I was feeling the telltale signs of no return as my balls tightened. I felt it own into my toes as my body tensed. My grip on Liz's hair must have tightened because she let out a gasp of pain, but she didn't ask me to let up once. She had incredible pain tolerance, and most of the time, it only turned her on more.
Liz must have known my signs as well as I knew hers because s soon as my cock began pumping cum into her, I felt her hand around my cock. The cool air—cooler than her warm and wet vagina—rushed across my wet cock, stunning me for a fraction of a second. Liz managed to get two solid strokes in before the initial spurts of cum turned into thick ropes that painted her stomach and breasts and eventually finished across her bare, slick mound as my climax subsided.
Liz and I lay there panting heavily for the next few minutes, her hand still stroking my deflating cock as I let my hands roam her naked body. It wasn't unusual for us to lay together like this after a night together. Sexual encounters with Liz were often an exercise in cardio, weights, and endurance, leaving us both spent for the rest of the day.
At least I could keep up with her now.
"You two know how to make a spa day interesting."
I glanced over to the lone chair placed in the room. The chair was a wide-seated, treated leather piece with high arms of a deep red. It fitted the room's dark interior perfectly, matching the room's lone massage lounger and general décor. I let my eyes drink in the naked flesh that seemed marked by inky waves of long, jet-black hair. Lucy smiled at me when our eyes met, and I let myself enjoy the visage of a woman that literally glowed with beauty. Lucy's breasts had gotten bigger during her pregnancy, and her belly had swollen with a beautiful bump on her slender frame. But it was her smile that caused my heart to jump every time I looked her way.
Lucy was almost always smiling these days.
Lucy's voice prompted Liz to move, and she slid off my body gracefully, stretching her flawless body as she rose to her feet. My eyes lingered onLucy's for a split second longer than hers did mine and smiled as she let her gaze wash over Liz's Greek goddess-like physique. I could only study Lucy's face for a second or two because my gaze shifted to Liz. No one could avoid staring at her when she stretched out like a cat after a long nap in the sun.
Especially when she was so naked and shiny.
Liz smiled broadly at Lucy as she crossed the room seductively. Her strides were slow and purposeful, her long legs eating up the space between her Lucy. I imagined it was the walk she used to entice her clients to spend their hard-earned money. Liz had often spoken about how she disliked her job—at least portions of it anyway—but when a new career was mentioned, she would shrug and say that it wasn't really that bad, and the money was too good to pass up.
