Page 96 of Stutter

And she does.

Her lips land on mine, tongue shoving into my mouth, it’s sloppy, borderline animalistic and so fucking good white sparks dance behind my eyelids. She flutters around me, spasming. And then she does the sweetest fucking thing ever, she makes theI Love Yousign with her hand and presses it on my chest between us, so she doesn’t break away from our kiss. I’m so fucking gone. Toes curling in my shoes, I throw my arms around her to clutch her closer to me, feeling thatI Love Yousign like a brand on my skin, and God, I fucking want that feeling forever. “Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna… oh fuck, don’t stop, baby. Oh god, yes, yes, yes!”

She squeals my name when I shove up into her, every flutter of her pussy milks me fucking dry and I sit back, holding her, feeling the aftershocks of one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had. It’s so hot when she wants me. When she initiates sex I feel so fucking desired it’s an instant hair trigger to my balls. She winds down, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my temples, my neck but instead of getting off me, my girl keeps her arms around me, nuzzling into the dip between my neck and shoulder, humming then sighing happily.

I open my eyes to see Damon peering at us through the rearview mirror and Maverick smirking, although he looks jealous as fuck. He could’ve been back here, but he decided to let me ride with her instead.

Dumbass.

I run my hands on the small of her back, feeling her breath even out.

“She asleep?” Maverick asks.

“Yeah. Did the dog sitter text back?”

“Everything is great.” He replies, flashing me a picture of Kronos and Luci in bedazzled Santa hats.

“Good,” I reply, my eyes closing. “How much longer till we reach Vermont?”

“We just passed the New Hampshire state line so a few more hours. Thank you for getting the snow chains installed, Maverick.” Damon thanks.

Maverick grunts and since I’m almost fluent inMaverickese, I’m pretty sure it means ‘you’re welcome.’

“Hey, how do you stay hard inside her all night?” I ask, feeling my gummy dick trying to slip out.

“Practice.” Both older men reply, looking at each other and then chuckling.

Dicks.

“No, I’m serious, I want to do it. At least until we get to the cabin or have to stop for gas. The last thing I need is for my mom to see me hard in my future wife.”

“Seeing as it’s your turn to drive next, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Damon shrugs.

“I… don’t want to drive,” I say, not wanting to be away from Raven. “It’s uh… scary.”

“You said you’d take the second stretch.”

“I have nighttime blindness.” I lie.

Maverick snickers in the passenger seat.

“Jonas.”

“Yes, daddy Damon?”

“Jonas.” He warns.

“Okay fine. But you have to tell me how you do it.”

“Touch her.”

“I am.”

“No I mean,keeptouching her. Your favorite parts. For me, it’s the meat on her thighs-“

“Hips for me.” Maverick interrupts.

“Smell her. Every time you start slipping out, touch her. Feel her under your fingertips, remember how good she feels coming around you. But don’t fuck her. Just… stay hard.”

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