Page 24 of Forbidden Dunk

“Oh, please do go on,” he told me, and I couldn’t fight the blush.

“I can tell you how I would help you,” I teased.

“Share, Shorty.”

I licked my lips then eyed him. “First, I’d slip my hands in those shorts then grab your length, slowly stroking you.”

“Like this?” he asked, slipping his own hand in and grabbing his dick. Fuck, that was just about the hottest thing I’ve seen.

“Lose the shorts,” I demanded.

“Lose the clothes,” he tossed back. I quickly chucked everything off and laid back down, letting my camera roll over me. My fingers followed along, and I stopped at my nipple rolling it between my fingers. “Fuck, they’re already hard. I want them in my mouth.”

“Yeah, what else do you want in your mouth?”

“Your cunt.” I had to rub my legs together to try and stop the wetness from leaking out. “Let me see my pussy, baby.” I hesitated. Sure, the other night the lights were on, but there were still ways to distract him from the bump I now had. I could cover them with clothes, but not naked. “Show. Me. Your. Pussy,” he growled and instantly, I shifted.

That growl had me obeying. I tried my best to angle it in a flattering way, but there was no use.

“Holy shit, it’s weeping. How I’d love to have my tongue buried there. Rub your fingers over your center, show me what you like, Shorty.”

“Yes, Shawn,” I moaned, moving my fingers to my cunt, and pushing two in. “Ah,” I cried out, bucking my hips upward.

“Fuck, so hot, so gorgeous. Keep pumping. Let me hear those cries of passion. Let me see those fingers fuck that pussy that belongs to me.”

Once more, his dirty and possessive words had me losing my mind.

“Look at what you do to me, Marketa.”

I opened my eyes to look at him, seeing him fisting his angry cock and stroking it hard.

“That’s all for me?”

“All for you baby. I’m close.”

“Me too,” I whimpered, still pumping. “This cunt that’s yours, it’s begging for you, Shawn. My fingers aren’t enough.”

“Imagine their mine. Add another one, and rub your clit, now.”

Once more, I obeyed the command in his voice and heard him draw in a breath.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I started chanting, listening to him join in and soon, my hips were off the bed, and I was coming all over my hand. I opened my eyes, seeing his dick spraying his come and I moaned. “I want to lick that.”

“As do I.”

I gave him a wicked smirk as I stuck my juice coated fingers in my mouth and stared at him.

“Fuck me, Marketa!” He leaned his head back and chuckled. “I think that might have been one of the most intimate acts I’ve ever done.”

“Same.” I closed my eyes, content for the moment, then turned on my side. “I want you to lay with me.”

“We need to tell him, Marketa.”

“I know. I’m working on it. Sleep well.”

“You too. Oh, and Shorty?”

“Yeah?’ I lazily answered, close to letting sleep claim me.

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