Page 97 of The Boyfriend Goal

It’s a quick smack, then I soothe it with a caress, spreading all that wetness around. I stare for a long breath at her pussy. She’s glistening. “Fuck, you look good like this, Josie baby.”

“I’d look better on my hands and knees,” she taunts as she takes off her glasses, setting them next to Frosty’s pic.

I groan, then flip her over, pushing up the shirt to the middle of her lovely back, lifting her ass, spreading those pale, pretty cheeks.

For a heady moment, I let myself enjoy the view of her like this—long, lean and, turned on. Lifting the shirt more, I move down her back, licking a path from her neck to the top of her ass, taking a beat to enjoy the flavor of her skin, that cinnamon scent that drove me wild the night I met her.

That drives me even wilder now.

I press a kiss to the top of her ass, and she shivers under me. Murmuring against her skin, I lay another soft kiss to her skin, then I’m not soft at all when I rope my arm around her, sliding my hand down, pushing one finger into her pussy, then two.

She bucks. “Oh my god,” she says, her breath halting. Her body knows what it wants though. She starts to fuck back on my fingers. I crook them, kissing the top of the small of her back as I fuck her ruthlessly with my fingers. Like she wants.

Two, then three. A hot, possessive kiss. A deep, greedy finger fuck. Then, I smack her ass with my free hand till she says, “Wes, fuck me please, now.”

I ease out my fingers. “You want my cock?”

“I do.”

“Say it,” I demand.

“Fill me with your cock.”

“Beg for it,” I encourage her.

“Please, fill me with your big dick,” she begs.

“That’s my dirty girl,” I say, then I let go so I can sit back on my heels. After reaching for a condom, I cover my dick, then get on my knees behind her, angling her up. “Look at you. So fucking wet you’re dripping,” I say, then I smack the head of my cock against her clit. She moans, a keening sound, carnal and inviting.

I do it again till she’s writhing, pushing her body back, asking for more and more.

I give it to her, slapping the tip against her clit till I’m raw nerve endings and she’s nothing but a chorus of please, please, please.

I angle up her cheeks, giving me more room to slide my cock into the warm, welcoming home of her pussy. The second, the very second I’m sliding in, my mind snaps. Wires fry. Circuits blow. This is so damn good. The heat, the friction, the tightness.

The way she wants me.

The way I want her.

The way she’s asked for it. She’s perfect for me. Here, in my white dress shirt, on her hands and knees, she cranes her neck back to watch me as I fuck her deep.

“Like the view?” I ask dryly as I sink into her.

“I do,” she moans.

“How about this?” I ease out, leaving her empty, making her beg for more.

I slam back in, and we set a pace like that—a little relentless, a lot hungry as she swivels her hips, taking me deeper.

The room fills with grunts and groans, then a demand from Josie. “Smack my ass again.”

My dick gets even harder. Feels like granite now as I lift a palm and smack.

She cries out.

I soothe the red mark with my hand—a gentle caress that doesn’t last too long. I lift it again.

“Harder,” she begs.

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