Page 28 of Wrong Pucking Move
“Fucking hell, you look so amazing.”
He dragged his tongue between the full swell of my breasts, then nipped gently all along the curves, his teeth biting down just exactly the right amount, just exactly the right tiny prick of pain mixed with pleasure.
I ground my pussy into him and he stopped to kiss me again, my lips still throbbing.
“Want to go in the shower?”
“You’re not going to fit in this shower here,” I retorted.
“OK, let’s spread a towel out.”
He set me gently down on the ground and I walked over to the closet with rubbery legs to get one and put it on the bed.
“Got a condom?” I asked.
He swallowed.
Before, I had been on birth control and we didn’t use condoms. But I sure as fuck wasn’t doing that now.
“Yes, I do. I-I got tested a few weeks ago, and I’m STD-free. But I know you don’t really trust me right now.”
“Put it on,” I said.
He nodded, and reached for the string of his sweatpants.
“You’re so fucking hot, Josie. The most beautiful woman in the world.”
He pulled off his T-shirt and I swallowed to see all those defined muscles, the way his abs flexed with each movement.
But I waited as he pulled his dick out and rolled the condom down the length of it.
Heavy and thick, his hands shaking as he rolled the condom down the whole length of it.
“Please let me be the only one,” he said hoarsely, his blue eyes wild. “I’ll doanything.Please let me work my way back to you trusting me.”
“Why should I?” I said, languidly stretching back on the towel. “I can find other men.”
“But no one,” he growled. “No one who could love you like I do, Josie.”
He put a hand on both of my thighs and I stifled a moan as he drew my period panties down.
Unlike other guys, he never commented negatively while I was on my period, because he had never cared about any of that shit.
Jesse spread my legs gently.
“Wait here,” he said, reaching down to grab my hot pad and roll it up into a round cylinder.
Then he put it behind my lower back, raising me up gently so my hips were tipped up.
“I know your back hurts sometimes,” he said, and I felt his cock drag up my thigh, burning my overheated skin.
One hand gently cupped my breasts, swollen and heavy with my period.
I felt so slick and wet and he gulped loudly as the head of his cock parted my lips.
“Oh my god, you feel amazing. I don’t know how long I can last.”
His hands were braced on either side of me, and I felt them shaking too with his concentration.
