Page 96 of The Boyfriend Goal

She nods eagerly. “I do.”

“Good. Undress me,” I say, and that’s not technically on her list, but it’s a necessary start.

She reaches for the top button on my shirt, then makes quick work of undoing it, pushing it off me. Then, her eager fingers work open my belt, the button, then the zipper. In no time, my pants are off, and I’m down to boxer briefs. I grab a fistful of her hair and jerk her close, planting a rough, bruising kiss to her mouth. Hooking my thumb into her panties, I shove them down.

She steps out of them and stands before me, naked and glorious, wearing only her black-and-white glasses. “Disrespect me, Wes,” she says.

“Get on your back, spread your legs wide, and show me how wet you are,” I tell her, using her road map.

A breath stutters across her lips as she complies, lying down, spreading those thighs, then gliding a hand between her thighs. I grab my shirt from the floor, carrying it as I walk toward her, watching her the whole time. “This is what you did in your room the last few nights, like a dirty girl?”

She strokes faster. “Yes.”

“You sure you didn’t come up here? Get on my bed? Play with yourself right fucking here?”

She gasps. “I’m sure.”

I tilt my head like I just don’t believe her. “You didn’t go into my closet, flick through my clothes, put on one of my shirts, then sit on the edge of my bed, and stroke that sweet cunt as you sniffed me on my shirt?” I toss her the shirt.

She grabs it. “I didn’t. I followed your rules.” She slides her arms into the sleeves.

And my dick is a skyscraper.

Holy fuck. That is the sexiest image ever in the world. Josie, in my white dress shirt that smells like me. Spreading her thighs, twirling a strand of hair, her glasses on. She turns her face to the collar and inhales.

I burn. The equator has nothing on me right now.

I shed my boxer briefs and her lips widen into an O. She strokes her pussy faster as she stares savagely at my dick. I grab my aching cock, give it a tug. The tip of her tongue flicks across her bottom lip as she watches me touch myself.

“My girl is hungry for my cock, isn’t she?”

“I am,” she says.

I give it a rough jerk, so she can imagine easily how I fuck my fist to her. She arches as I tug. “Slide two fingers between your thighs,” I tell her as I let go and climb up on the bed.

She obeys.

“Part those lips for me,” I say as I move between her knees.

With her fingers in a V, she spreads her pussy lips, showing me how aroused she is.

My dick jumps, eager to meet her again. I give it another pump. “You’re fucking soaked,” I say in admiration.

“You’re fucking hard,” she counters.

I love her sass. Just fucking love it. I let go of my dick and drop my face between her thighs. I suck on her clit mercilessly. The gust of breath tells me she’s surprised. I suck harder, kissing her sweetness, lapping it up. She squirms against my face. One more deep, hot kiss. Then I stop, pull back, and coast my hand between her thighs, spreading all that wetness around some more.

Then, I lift my hand, the fingers wet from her. “You want this, Josie?”

“You know I do,” she says. My girl really likes her dirty videos.

I give her what she wants—I slap her pussy.

For a second, I hold my breath. Hoping she likes it. Wanting her to like it. Wanting her reality to match her research. The moment suspends, full of filthy desire as her blue eyes register shock. Then it’s like a pulse moves through her, a vibration. She murmurs something incoherently, then whispers clearly, “Again.”

Guess she likes it.

I lean in, kiss her sweet lips, then pull back, lifting my hand a second time before giving her a light slap once more. This time I use three of my fingers, right against her diamond of a clit.

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