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Cruz tossed the wrapper on the nightstand and threw one of her legs over his shoulder. “I’ve waited a month to have this tight little pussy grip me.” He slowly slid in, pulling moans from both of them as she gripped his biceps, her walls squeezed around him, and he could have damn near cum right then. “Let me have you like this tonight, and tomorrow, I’ll take you out and bring you home to give you exactly what you want.”
“You promise?” she asked, tightening around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yes, Maly. I promise.”
She ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “Then take what you want.”
Cruz didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out to the head, snapped his hips, and pushed back in. Each thrust was hard, and his pace gave chase to his release. He should have gone slower and been a little less rough. He was aware of that, but she’d told him to take what he wanted, and what he wanted was to cum with the wetness of her pussy surrounding him.
“You feel so good, Maly.” He sat up on his knees, her leg resting against his chest as he wrapped his arm around it. “I’ve missed being inside you, missed making you cum for me.”
His thrusts stopped anything she could have responded with and turned it into staccato gasps and clipped moans.
The minutes ticked by, and he soon felt his balls begin to tighten. He wasn’t surprised, she always felt so fucking good, and he’d gone far longer than he ever wanted to without her. She clenched around him, and he knew she was close to cumming.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Cumwithme. Let me feel it.”
He used his thumb to rub her clit, and she threw her head back with a moan as she came, gripping his dick, and with two more thrusts, he followed her.
“Fuck, Maly.” Cruz released her leg. Leaning over to give her soft kisses as he pulled out.
Once he’d disposed of the condom and they were both cleaned up, he climbed back into bed with her and turned off the lamp as she snuggled into his chest.
“I’m glad you’re home,” she said with a kiss on his chest.
“Me too.” Cruz kissed the top of her head, and they soon drifted to sleep.
31
Paetyn picked up his phone as he ran a towel over his hair, looking at the text message he’d just received. He licked his lips, staring down at the picture Erin sent. She’d sent him one daily since sending her initial ones a week and a half ago.
He video-called her, tossing the towel to the side while waiting for her to answer. She was sitting in his bed, back against the headboard, when she did.
“Hey, Angel.”
“Hi, baby.”
“You’re still trying to tease me, I see.”
Erin smiled at him. “I thought you liked my pictures.”
“Oh, I love them. But I know you aren’t only sending them because I enjoy them. You’re doing it because you know I can’t do anything about it.”
“Nothing’s stopping you.” Erin ran the camera along her body, wearing only one of his t-shirts.
“I already told you you’d have to wait,” he responded, causing her to groan, and he had to refrain from chuckling. Paetyn wasn’t opposed to getting her off while they video-called. He’d done it twice since he’d been gone, but she sent those pictures to tease him. So, he decided the next time he made her cum, it would be around his tongue when he got home.
“This is ridiculous torture,” Erin pouted.
“I’m not stopping you from cumming, Angel. I’m just not going to help you.”
“I’m pretty sure this is some form of girlfriend neglect, and there are laws against it,” she stated, and Paetyn laughed. “Anyway, how was filming today? What challenge did they have to do?”
Paetyn gave her a vague rundown of what they’d filmed that day. He couldn’t get into specifics since he’d signed an agreement, but it didn’t hurt to tell her a little.
“I can’t wait until it starts airing so I can watch it,”
“We haven’t found a competition show you’ve liked watching yet outside of The Great American Race.”
