Page 54 of Make You Mine

“So…I don’t want your mom finding out what I sound like when her son makes me come.”

I bust out laughing at that. “Okay, okay. Just get comfy. We can watch something on Netflix.”

She eyes me suspiciously but slips under my covers after tucking the bunny ears safely back into place. It doesn’t go unnoticed that she’s only in her bra and panties after kicking off her leggings.

Ashley looks away quickly when I strip down to my boxers, pretending to scroll through Netflix.

“Want to watch a Christmas movie?” she chirps.

“Sure, babe,” I say casually.

She thinks she’s sneaky, but I see the way she keeps eying my hardening cock as I slide under the plush covers next to her.

“What’s it going to be?Home Alone, for old time’s sake?” I ask, reminiscing on the day after Christmas, my first year at NYU.

I wasn’t expecting much from Ashley that holiday season because I knew there would be expectations of her. When I returned from North Carolina that Friday after Christmas, Ibought a small tree for the hotel. She showed up, and it was the best Christmas I’ve had to date.

We danced to Mariah Carey, got drunk off premixed egg nog, ate homemade cookies she brought me, had tons of sex, and passed out to Kevin McAllister defending his home as any eight-year-old would.

Ashley shimmies closer to me, interrupting my thoughts and ignoring the question. She shifts her eyes down to my now comforter-covered boner. “What are you going to do about that?”

“What are you going to do about those?” I raise my eyebrows at her nipples poking through the fabric of her bra.

She playfully rolls her eyes and starts scrolling through the movies on the screen. I can tell by the way she’s squirming that she isn’t paying attention to what she’s doing.

“You know, the last time I was here, we skipped over all the bases and went right for the grand slam.” Wondering where she’s going with this, I turn onto my side so she has my full attention. Ashley appears almost bashful, which is entirely unlike her when it comes to sex, but she keeps talking. “I know this is ass-backward, but since we need to be quiet, I really want to jack you off.” She bites her lip. The embarrassment over what she’s asking leaves her as I press my throbbing dick into her hip. “I want to watch you come. That was so fucking hot in my sewing room, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Ash, you always have free rein of my body.” I push the covers away from me, shoving my boxers down my legs. “He’s all yours.” I trail my finger down the center of her body to her panty-covered pussy. “But you know I will need to take care of you too.”

“You first,” she responds breathlessly, licking her lips and pushing me flat on my back. Wasting no time, she takes me in her hand.

With slow strokes, she gently glides her thumb over the head of my cock. My hips lift off the bed at her sensual touch. She reaches behind her back with her free hand, letting her bra fall and freeing her breasts.

Fuck, I’m a goner.

My head falls back against the satin pillow with a groan. Ash increases her pace, and I open my eyes again, loving how into this she is.

She releases me, and my cock bounces heavily against my stomach. My painfully stiff shaft jumps at the sight of her running her tongue over the palm of her hand to get it wet before she returns to stroking me.

“That hand looks just as good as your sexy little mouth and pretty pink pussy do when they are wrapped around my cock.”

Her tits bounce as her motions quicken, no doubt as turned on as I am by the way her thighs are rubbing together.

“Baby, let me take care of you,” I plead, reaching up to tweak her nipple before trailing my hand down to brush against her core.

She slows her strokes, twisting up and down, lifting her head to look at me. Her blue eyes are so dark with lust, her breaths quick, and she asks. “Can you be a good boy and be really quiet?”

Hell yes.

I nod eagerly, watching as she peels her underwear off. Mymouth waters at the sight of her knees going to either side of my hips, lining that sweet cunt up with my throbbing cock.

“I need you inside me, Trent,” she moans lightly, my cock still in her grip as she rubs the tip through her slit. I push my head back into the pillow, biting my tongue, trying my damndest to not come in the next two seconds.

She swirls her hips around the head of my cock, driving me absolutely fucking mad.

“Please,” I hiss, and she thankfully doesn’t torture me further.

Ashley sits all the way down on my cock, throwing her head back in appreciation, palming her mouth to hold back a moan. Slowly grinding into me while regaining her composure, I feel her clenching around my length. Gripping her hips, I guide her closer, and she leans down so our chests are flush.

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