Page 36 of Shared Spaces

Trying my best to hide my anxiousness, I hover over Jay, nearly panicking when he pushes me forward and glides his cock between my legs. My whimpers grow louder as he glides his cock over my clit over and over before finally slipping into my pussy.

I thank everything that’s fucking holy that he didn’t push me onto his full length right away. He allowed me to lower myself as much as I could handle.

He was absolutely right when he said he could go deeper. This fucking hurts; but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop now.

“Rest your hands on my legs,” he groans, noticing my balance is a little off.

I do exactly that and grip tight; lowering myself onto him slowly as my insides adjust to his size. I swear I can feel him in my lower abdomen.

“F-fuuuck—look.at.you,” he growls, running his hands up my back.

Pushing myself up a little, I feel his hands grip around my hips and before I can even prepare myself, he pushes me down onto his cock. I gasp, holding my mouth open in shock; waiting for the moment my lungs decide to function.

“F-f-fuuuckkk.”

I need to bite something; grab at something—

“I can feel that,” he pants, gripping my hips so hard I can feel it in my spine.

My orgasm starts to build quickly, my body literally aching for the release.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it right there—” I hear him whisper in a half-groan, half-whimper. Whatever it was, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

Feeling myself getting weaker by the second, I sit myself upright, thinking it might allow me more control, but instead, the worst possible thing happened.

Unfortunately for me, when I sat up, Jay had other plans.

I think maybe he was going to wildly change positions.

But the timing was way off.

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Jay

That didn’t go as planned.

“Oh shit, Gwen, are you okay!?” I shuffle myself to the end of the bed, trying not to chuckle when I see her helplessly lying naked on the floor.

“Are you trying not to laugh at me?” She asks, nervously biting down on her lip.

“Let me see if your ass is bruised,” I say, helping her to her feet.

As soon as she stands and turns her back to me, I reach out and run my hands over her ass, paying no attention to any marks that might be there.

Her skin is so God-damn soft.

“Where does it hurt?” I ask before moving my one hand down between her legs.

She’s fucking soaked.

I mean, literally, it’s dripping down her inner thighs.

Fucking hell.

“R-right t-there,” she whispers as I glide two fingers just barely inside her, finding her g-spot right away.

I watch as she struggles to stand, her moans turning to little squeals of desperation.

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