75 The Genie Intuition

"I'm so lucky to be yours, Stephen," she whispered. "Now, please. Please, fuck me."

"Your wish is my command," he chuckled, while giving in to his instincts. His hips drew almost all the way out, before crashing back in again like a wave. Grace almost yelped before letting out a lingering moan.

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"Mmm, yes! Pound me, Stephen!"

The steady, forceful rhythm that they had started ensured that each of their bodies worked in unison. Stephen's unending thrusts were met by counter thrusts of her own. Her legs locked him in place, as each heel was firmly rooted against his ass. All he could do was look down and stare at Grace, who looked so beautiful the way she was laying, completely nude, with her light brown hair sprayed out along his pillow, and her tits bouncing up with each one of his thrusts.

"You're so beautiful," he panted. "I could never get tired of looking at you."

"Yeah? You like looking at me? What about now?" She shot him a seductive look while cupping each breast in her hand, and then gently pinching each nipple.

Stephen groaned, and redoubled his efforts in thrusting, loving the teasing show she was giving him.

"Oooh, it seems you do like that," she grinned, pushing back at him just as vigorously.

'How'd you guess?"

"Call it genie intuition," she giggled. "You know, these aren't going to suck themselves," she said, nodding to her tits.

He needed no more encouragement, and swooped his head low enough to take her left nipple back into his mouth, applying gentle, yet steady pressure to it while their hips continued to rock.

"Oh, yes! Oh, Stephen, you handsome stud, you are... sooo... good," she labored intensely, as the octave of her moans grew louder after each passing minute.

He switched to her other nipple, applying the same treatment, and teasing it with his tongue. She had the most perfect, suckable nipples, and he had to have his fill. His hips were moving at almost full speed at this point, his member pistoning in and out of her soaping wet pussy.

"Ste-Stephen, you're gonna... make... me... cummmm!" Grace moaned, arching her back at the moment of orgasm. She gasped as the waves of pleasure began to emanate from her core, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and bucking at the feel of his throbbing member. Stephen felt the sudden flow of juices against as his glans and he was soon thoroughly coated in the remains of her orgasm.

"Mmm, that was so good," she purred, as she began to come down from her climax.

Stephen smiled, not trusting himself to be able to form words at the moment. He was thrusting with all his energy, laboring painfully close to the brink of orgasm. The sight of Grace cumming underneath him, with that look of emotion in her eyes, was about to send him over the edge.

"Grace.. I'm so close," he panted.

"Are you going to cum inside me, Stephen? Are you going to pour every ounce of your cum inside your naughty genie? Do it, Stephen, please? Fill me with that cum. All of it. I need it so bad," she teased, cupping her tits once more. "Give me your cum, Master. I need you to fill me completely, and own me. Make me yours forever."

With an encouragement like that, Stephen was a goner. His hips planted deeply inside her as his orgasm burst through like a ruptured dam, shooting a torrent of cum so deep inside her. He plugged his hips against her tightly, ensuring that each spurt landed deep within Grace.

"Yes, that's it. Cum for me. Mmmm, Stephen. I can feel it squirting into me," moaned Grace, using her heels to keep him plugged against her.

Stephen shuttered as his orgasm pulsed through him. He used both hands to hold himself upright, trying to catch his breath and regain composure from that earth-shattering climax. Finally, after several moments he looked down and gave a weak smile to Grace.