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He brings his fingers to my hair, running them through as I slip him into my mouth, taking as much as I can until he’s practicallytouching the back of my throat. My head slowly starts to move up and down, hollowing my cheeks, keeping my eyes locked on his. His cock stood straight at attention, waiting for me to dominate it.
“That’s my pretty girl,” he moans, curling his fingers into my hair and gripping it, “Just like that. I like that.”
I move my head faster, running my tongue around the tip every chance I can, taking his balls into one hand and massaging them. It was so big, I couldn’t possibly fit more in my mouth, but I was going to try—and I did, deep-throating what I could, gagging soundlessly.
His eyes finally close, relaxing his body, moaning louder now, “Fuck, you’re mouth is everything!” he grips the towel beneath him.
I add my other hand to his shaft, stroking what was left, stopping with him lodged in the back of my throat.
He jerks softly, pulling himself out of my mouth, catching his breath, grabbing himself, “Damn, you’re about to make me cumalready,” he says, breathing heavily, chuckling lowly.
My lips feel plump and wet as he looks at me, licking his lips, watching me stand up and push my pants down to the floor between his feet. I take my legs out of the holes, leaving my shoes in place, slipping my legs right back around him again.
“That’s the point, isn’t it?”
I rest my arms over his
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“I’m just following your lead,” he says, taking one last 266
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“Then you should know that I’ve been on birth control for a while now. So it doesn’t matter.” I kiss his jaw.
“Are we doing what I think we are, then?” he looks at me, giving me a severe expression.
“I want to. I want you so bad.” I beg him with my eyes.
“Then, just know,” he trails a thumb against my bottom lip,
“Sex is merely a part of how we express our intimacy. This is only going to make me love you more,” he says, his thumb freezing in place. His brown eyes warm with anticipation. We stare at each other for a second longer before kissing like we were previously, not backing away, not letting up. He slides me forward on his lap, pressing his length at my entrance, slowly pushing his way in, filling me more than I thought he would.
The deeper he got, the more I couldn’t hold back my whimpering. He grips my hips tighter, taking a moment to breathe from our insistent making out, fitting his cock all the way in me. I roll my hips into him without thinking about anything else, pressing my hands on his chest, riding him at a steady pace, and trying to ignore the trembling in my legs, closing my eyes. One of my hands was stolen by his and pressed against his mouth so he could kiss my palm and all my fingers. He suddenly started grinding up, meeting me in the middle with a determined face. His skin was glistening from working up a sweat, and all his muscles were working overtime to satisfy me.
“Please—don’t stop,” I plead, feeling his chain slip into my fingers, gripping it and pulling him closer.
He lets out a low, throaty moan, taking my command as a sign to pull my hips down harder, reaching down between my 267
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legs, pressing his larger finger against my clit, rubbing it, and flicking it in circles. I’m so wet, aching for more pleasure in any way he wants to give it to me.
“Josh!” I gasp for air, throwing my head back as I claw my nails at his bare skin and drag them down his pecks.
“You feel so damn good around me—say it again.” he pants,
“What’s my name, baby?”
Hovering over him, pieces of my hair fall around his head.
He was smiling like I was making his dreams come true. By now, my brain was foggy, and it was getting harder and harder to hold back my orgasm. His strokes were only getting better each time.
“Josh…” I stammer, falling short of breath. Now, my body was going limp.Fuck.
I think this is confirmation enough that there’s a reason that Joshua Stillman has a good reputation with women. He knows exactly what to do and how to use it—and I can’t believe I’m the one saying it. Nobody in this world could’ve told me that this is what our future would be years ago.Me, ridinghisdick in the middle of a hurricane. In a greenhouse.
