Page 47 of Time to Bounce

“Taste me,” I pleaded.

She scoffed. “As if I wasn’t going to do that.”

Then she bent forward and swiped her tongue across my tip like one did when licking a lollipop.

My entire body jerked with just the single touch.

“Fuck,” I growled.

She looked up at me, her sheet of thick, black hair narrowing her vision.

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for that thick hair and fisting it in my hand.

It was so fucking soft.

I wanted to see it spread over my chest as she slept on me.

She took another swipe, and I forgot all about sleeping.

All I could focus on was how worked up she got me with just a few stray licks.

“More,” I pleaded.

She ignored me and squeezed my cock.

“I know that I want to come, too,” she said. “And the way you’re acting makes me think maybe you don’t have the control needed for me to keep going.”

Well, she had me there.

I didn’t disagree with her, so she took that as acceptance and rolled the condom onto my cock.

I didn’t know that lavender-colored nails against my cock as she wrapped me up in a rubber was going to be one of my favorite sexual situations I’d ever been in, but there I was, really getting into it.

She wasn’t good at it, either.

Which reminded me that she was very, very new to this.

Had she ever had someone in her mouth?

I knew that I’d been the first one in her pussy.

I also knew by the way she struggled to get the rubber rolled down to my base that she’d likely never done anything with a condom, either.

Which made sense if she was a virgin.

“Grab it about halfway down,” I instructed. “Then roll it down from there.”

She did, this time managing to get it into place.

It was only slightly lopsided, but neither my dick nor my brain cared.

All it wanted was her in my lap, bouncing on my cock like she was trying to revive it.

“Hop up here, pretty girl,” I urged.

She did, moving so her knees were on either side of my thighs.

Remind me later to thank Ellodie for getting Quaid the big and tall chair he said he didn’t need last Christmas.