Page 68 of The First Time

Ever the gentleman he is, making sure I’m not doing something because I feel obligated.

“Babe, I’m doing this because I love having your dick in my mouth. This is how I want to say thank you.”

His eyes turn dark then a dirty smirk appears on his face. “Then continue, please.”

I nod my head with a smile, then slide his dick back in my mouth all the way this time until it hits the back of my throat, and I gag.

“Fuuuck,” he growls as his hands grip my hair. “You like taking all of me like that?”

I moan while I continue to move my mouth along him. His face, when he bottoms out in my throat, is hot as hell. His jaw falls slack while he watches, almost as if he is in awe.

“I’m gonna fill your dirty mouth with my cum. Do you want it, baby?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” I hum while his dick still fills my mouth.

His dick is soaked with my saliva. It allows my hand to slide over his dick easily.

It doesn’t take long before he’s cussing and coming down my throat. I love watching him lose control.

I pop off him, and he lets go of my hair while he is still panting and catching his breath. I stand up and wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand.

He steps closer to me and kisses my forehead. “You really didn’t have to do that. But fuck you are good at it.”

“I like making you happy too, babe.”

He laughs as he lifts me off the ground and places me on the countertop. “Keep calling me babe, I’m gonna lose my shit and fuck you right here.”

“You like me calling you that?” I raise an eyebrow with a smile.

He steps closer and kisses me gently. “I love it. It makes me feel like I’m yours.”

“Well, aren’t you?” I ask hopefully.

“Fuck yeah, I am. I think I have been since the day I met you.”

My heart jolts and pounds in my chest. Whatever this is between us, it feels like it’s meant to be, like something bigger is working to bring us together. Maybe we have always been meant for each other.

“Now,” he starts. “Let’s get some food in you. You’re gonna need your strength for what I have planned for you tonight.”

He picks up a strawberry and places it near my mouth. I take a bite then he pops the remaining piece into his.

“Do you want me to give you a tour first? Then we can grab a plate of food and sit outside?”

“That sounds perfect.”

I hop off the counter while Josh tries to navigate this ridiculous house himself. There are eight bedrooms, an indoor pool, an outdoor pool, a game room, a movie theater, and so much more that it’s hard to even recall all of it.

At one point we end up in a closet, Josh thinking it was another bedroom. We find ourselves in a fit of laughter.

“What the fuck. I thought this was the room that had a good view of the water,” he laughs as we back out.

“I’m beginning to think we’re crashing in a stranger’s place that was not loaned to us for the night. Did you steal that Ferrari?”

He wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me in. “Shit. You’re onto me. And I stole the plane too. In fact, I just researched how to fly on the internet. I’m surprised we didn’t die. All my ploy to impress you. Is it working?”

“Well, I didn’t die on the plane. So, yeah, it seems to be working.”

We eventually make it back downstairs to the food. He opens our champagne and pours me a glass. We both fill our plates with food and walk outside to the table that is off to the right of the large pool.

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