Page 95 of Pick Me

The need to ever see another woman like this? Gone.

The only passion burning inside me now was to see how many ways I could fuck Thea Joyce. The chair bounced beneath us as she moved, rolling her hips and using me exactly the way she wanted.

Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, her face a portrait of pure bliss as she focused on the only thing that mattered. Coming.

And I wanted to watch.

With my controller vibrating against her clit, her pussy clenched around me, tight and dripping, her tits bouncing in my face with every move, I was in awe.

She was my teenage fantasy come to life.

I had no idea how thehellI’d gotten so lucky.

Thea gripped the chair, her fingers curling into the armrests as her head tipped back, nearly knocking into my monitor as she came.

Loud, wrecked,mine.

The way her body spasmed, the way shemilkedme, sent me right over the edge.

I dropped the controller andlost it, my orgasm slamming into me like a Mack truck.

She gasped as I filled her, my arms locking around her waist and holding her against me while I gave hereverything.

So much.

There wasso muchliquid between us that I had to grip her ass just to keep her from sliding off me.

She leaned forward and brushed her lips over mine in the softest,sweetestkiss.

“That was incredible,” I rasped, still too fucking delirious to move.

Thea let out a satisfied sigh, patting my chest. “It was.” Her voice was warm, wrecked. “Now… do you mind making that dinner you promised while I shower?”

I laughed at her nonchalance. I’d just had the best experience of my life, and she was already onto the next thing.

“Anything for you, Pyro.”

She tried to shift, but as soon as she lifted herself, my cum seeped out of her, dripping between us.

I growled, tightening my grip.

“Nope.”

I pulled her back down, forcing her to wrap her arms around my neck.

“I think we could both use a shower,” I murmured, my voice dropping lower, darker.

Thea huffed, amused. “But Jackson, you can’t carry me all the way there.”

“Watch me.”

She squealed when I picked her up, her legs locking around my waist, and my cock still buried deep inside her as I carried her out of the room and straight into the bathroom.

Because dinner could wait.

Round two?

That couldn’t.

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