Page 98 of Mr. Wicked

“But I do.”

“Then show me, Jovana. I want your pussy milking my cock.”

She immediately went into overdrive, rising and falling, cranking her hips forward after every few dips, learning from earlier how it felt to have me hit every part of her.

The tightness was proving just how much she was enjoying it.

“Grayson!”

Ah, that fucking sound.

The one that told me she was close.

I reached down until I was grazing her clit, rubbing my thumb across it.

“Shit!” she cried, her fingers now squeezing my shoulders. “I. Can’t. Breathe.”

I released her hair and pointed her face toward mine. “You don’t need to. You just have to kiss me. I want to know what your tongue tastes like when we’re both coming.”

“Just promise you won’t pull out.”

Her request came as a whisper, but the words were so fucking loud.

“I want to feel it,” she continued. “I want to feel you.”

Goddamn it.

I’d given her the power, but when a demand like that came in, I suddenly wanted it back.

“You want my cum?”

“Yes.”

The hairs that I kept trimmed at the top of my shaft were pressed against her clit. With just a slight jerk of my hips, they would act like fingers, giving her clit the pressure it needed. To show her, I aimed upward and sensed the scrape against her most sensitive part.

“Ohhh.”

“You like that,” I confirmed.

“I like everything you give me.”

Then she was going to fucking love this.

“Just wait,” I told her.

I was trying to give her notice that what was about to happen was going to rock her world.

But she was already screaming.

She was already so damp.

And she was already clamping me from the inside.

So I showed her no mercy, and while she stayed straddled around me, I pounded into her pussy, holding her back with both hands to make sure she wouldn’t fall.

To give her all the strength I had in my body.

Enough that within a few strokes, the tingles shot from my balls into my shaft.

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