Page 32 of Fated Shot

I shut my eyes immediately, clenching everything in me. The sight alone is enough to make me bust.

“W-what’s wrong?” Her concerned voice forces my eyes open.

“I need a second,” escapes me as I divert my eyes, willing myself to think about Oatmeal Cookies.

Embarrassing? Maybe. But nothing, I mean nothing, could ruin this moment for me. I’m going to be reliving every glorious second of this for the rest of my life. Oatmeal fucking Raisin, a travesty and fraud of a cookie.

“Okay, I’m good,” I call out as she giggles her fucking beautiful laugh. I lower my head, dipping down to kiss her thigh. The goosebumps form immediately, running up along the entirety of her leg. I groan at the instinctive response from her body. I’m dying to taste her—to feel her come on my tongue—to hear her scream my name. She reaches for me before I have a chance, hand gripping my hair.

I peer up at her, moving my body up so our faces are within an inch of each other. She bites her bottom lip, her breath mingling with mine as she begins, “I want...” She trails off.

“Tell me what you want, Mia.”

“I want… this,” she lets out a frustrated moan as she softly grabs the bulge in my sweatpants.

I chuckle at her little act of desperation as I slip my hand down to the heat between her legs, feeling the pool immediately. An agonized groan slips out of me as I move the fabric and dip a finger in. “Fuuck, you’re already drenched.”

“Mmhmm” is all that comes out of her mouth as she closes her eyes, arching her back at my touch.

One day, I’m going to take my time to worship her body. But if she wants me now, that’s exactly what she’s going to get. I pull my finger out as it drips with her wetness. I feel her watching me now, and I drag my hand over to her lips. She looks at me, unsure at first, before she follows my subconscious order and sucks my finger into her warm mouth with her lush lips.

“You’re un-fucking-real,” I say as I reach over, opening my nightstand with one hand as I fumble around for a condom. It takes me a solid twenty seconds to find the one that’s been in there for months. I’m silently grateful for the moment of relief. I’m barreling toward lasting three pumps at this point.

Mia sits up, reaching for the waistband of my sweatpants. She hesitates for a moment, inches from me, looking up, gaze filled with lust. I can tell she’s waiting for approval. I nod, and she delicately tugs down on my sweats and boxers as my erection springs free.

The way she sits back, eyes wide, just staring in disbelief, swells my ego more than anything I’ve ever experienced in life. I drag them the rest of the way down, stepping out of them and leaving a crumpled pile on the floor. She’s intimidated, the confidence in her eyes wavering. Leaning over, I cup her chin, forcing her back into this moment.

“Hey, look at me.” I let out gently, “You’re in control, okay?”

She nods.

“Do you want to stop?” I ask. I’d rather live with blue balls than risk a second of her discomfort. She shakes her head. “Words, Mia. I need to hear you say it.”

The soft tone of her voice melts in my chest. “I don’t want to stop, just tell me what to do,” she says, looking into my eyes as she reaches one hand out, slowly stroking me.

I groan, and in an instant, I’ve pulled Mia on top, laying on my back beneath her. She’s straddling my bare dick, grazing me with her warmth. I’m dying to be inside of her. I can see her hardnipples poking through her bra, and I know she’s as turned on as I am.

There’s a quiet apprehension forming on her delicate face, “I-I’m nervous,” she lets out in a breathy whisper. Fuck, she’s cute.

I run my hands over her plush hips, forming little circles in an attempt to soothe her.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment for longer than you know. I promise you there’s nothing you can do that I won’t like.” She nods, relief lightening her expression. I reach for the condom, ripping off the wrapper as she lifts her body, allowing me to roll it on.

“I want you to ride me, Mia.”

She listens immediately as she grabs my shaft, moving aside the lace fabric to coat the tip in her before lowering herself down. I don’t expect it, but she takes every inch of me in one go.

“Fuucckk.” My brain physically can’t compute through the desire pounding through my body. She’s gripping me tighter than I’ve ever been before. It takes every ounce of self-control to stay still as she lightly swirls her hips, adjusting. Shit, I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

The moment she lifts herself up, I’m desperate for her to be wrapped around me again. The whimper she lets out as she drops back down nearly sends me over the edge.

“I’m not going to last, you’re too fucking perfect.” With my words, a spark ignites in her eyes, and she quickens her pace. She’s a dick-riding pro. If I wasn’t so fucking turned on, I’d be fueled with rage that anyone else got to experience this.

The image of her bouncing on my dick, combined with the feel of me inside her, is too much to take. I’m going to be reliving this moment every shower for the rest of my fucking life. I’m a wreck, desire pulsing through every inch of me.

I can’t keep watching, fuck, I’m seconds away. I shoot up, hands frantically exploring her body as I unclasp her bra with onehand. She pauses for a moment, fully sitting on my lap as she slips the lace off, exposing her chest to me. I palm her breasts, which triggers the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard, as she tilts her head in pleasure. In an instant, I pounce, nibbling, sucking, and licking the sensitive spot at the base of her neck, teasing and pinching her nips as she continues riding me.

Tiny gasps slip each time her swollen clit brushes up against my body until a soft cry leaves her lips, “Jack…”

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