“Do you know how sexy that was?” I ask.
“Really?”
“Definitely. Watching you come that hard and knowing I’m the one who did it to you? Fucking perfect.”
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” she says.
“Same here, baby. I want to bend you over and watch your ass bounce as I pound into you.”
She gives a small moan in response.
“Are you still rubbing that clit?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Are you getting close?”
Her heavy breathing answers my question.
“I want you to come for me,” I instruct while still stroking myself.
“Tell me what you would do if you were here right now,” she prompts.
“If I were there, I’d have you sit on my face. I’d suck your clit and lick it until your legs were shaking.I’d fuck my tongue in and out of you and have you grind on me while your juices dripped into my mouth.”
That’s enough to have her breathing even harder. When I hear a strangled moan in her throat, I know she’s coming.
“Dane,” she whispers, trying to stay as quiet as she can.
I grip my cock harder and stroke faster. Listening to her come and thinking about sliding in and out of her wet heat is enough to have me spurting cum all over my hand.
I groan as the pleasure washes over me.
“Fuck, Michelle,” I say, slightly out of breath. “I’m not even with you, and you still turn me on so fucking much.”
“No kidding. I know that was supposed to help, but now, I’m even more excited for the weekend.”
Chapter forty-six
Aren't you Jumping the Gun a Little?
Michelle
So, what do you have planned for this weekend?” I ask Dane from the passenger seat of his truck.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He smiles.
While Ronnie booked our hotel room for the next two nights, Dane insisted on doing the rest of the planning. We are going to Portland, which is his hometown, so he said he had some good ideas.
“Does it involve getting naked?” I ask.
He laughs and runs his hand over his beard. “That’s definitely on the list…multiple times.”
“And?”
“And that’s all I’m going to tell you.”
“You don’t play fair.”