Page 70 of Johnathan

John laughed. “Have I ever told you how Jackson and I like to take bets against each other?”

“No, I don’t think you have.”

“Well, I lost one. And this was the agreed upon consequence.”

Her jaw dropped open. “Was it painful?”

“Oh hell. I don’t even want to think about the pain. When the lady asked if I was okay because I’d gone pale, Jackson laughed so hard I thought he was going to piss himself.”

“A woman did that?”

“I certainly wasn’t going to let a dude.”

She laughed, until she saw his nose crinkle.

“Maybe don’t laugh while you’re looking at my dick.”

“Sorry. I just… it’s a bit overwhelming.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.” The one thing she absolutely did not want to do was stop.

“Abby.” He clearly didn’t believe her, and she couldn’t blame him. Why the hell had she sounded so uncertain? “Why don’t I let you take a bath and I’ll go get things set up to watch a movie when you’re done.”

“Don’t you dare leave me right now. You promised me a bath together and that’s what I want… after. Forgive me for being a little taken aback by your monster-sized pierced penis, but I’m totally over it now.”

John burst out laughing. “Oh my god. I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard, baby. You have no idea what you just did for my ego.”

“Yeah, well, as long as that big ego of yours keeps other big body parts in check until I’m ready, I think we’ll be okay.”

His smile fell. “I would never do anything you were uncomfortable with. Never.”

“I know. I’m only teasing. I trust you.”

She reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, loving the groan she pulled from him. His already hard shaft turned to steel under her touch, and she stroked him again, root to tip, before running her finger across the head.

John’s hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her exploration. “I want you, beautiful. I want you so fucking much. I want you to touch me, but right now, I need to be inside you.”

“I need that too.” She moaned as his hand moved from her stomach, down her side and onto her thigh. Her legs fell open and her hips moved upwards as she laid back on the bed. “Touch me, John. Please.”

He pressed his lips into her neck as his one hand found its way back to her nipple. The rosy peak was hard, and she loved the way his touch made her shiver as he ran his thumb over it.

His other hand found its way down between her legs, rubbing against her clit while her fingers scratched at his back. She was breathing so fast, so completely turned on, that the edges of her vision darkened before her orgasm even had a chance to take root.

It burst forth from her with a scream. Every muscle in her body contracted, her back arching off the bed, pressing harder into John’s touch as she flew through the incredible release.

He moved, peppering kissing onto her neck while he stroked his length. Holy hell, he really was a sex god. She’d fallen in love with a fucking sex god who was determined to turn her bones to jelly. What a way to die.

“Are you on?—”

“I have the implant in my arm,” she interrupted before slamming her mouth back onto his. She wiggled next to him, his cock aching to sink into her.

“Does it give you headaches? Are there other side effects?”

“My birth control?”

He nodded.

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