Page 47 of The Naughty List
Before I climb into bed beside her, Hollis pulls herself to her knees and grips my waist firmly.
“Ever since the other day, since I accidentally tore off your towel, I can’t stop thinking about having you like this.”
I stare down at her gorgeous face. “Like what?”
She reaches inside my briefs, freeing my cock with her hand.
“Like this.”
I watch, awestruck as she kisses the crown of my dick before taking it all the way into her mouth. A groan escapes my chest as my neck tilts backward.
Hollis sucking my cock is a beautiful sight. And I’d be lying if I said I’d never jerked off to the idea before. But the real thing is so much more than I could have imagined.
Her body flushes all over as she works me with her mouth and tight fist until I have to back her down. Any more of this and I’ll come before the main event.
“Are you sure?” I ask one last time, grabbing a condom from my night stand. “As in, one hundred percent positive this is what you want?”
She smiles up at me. “I want you, Jonah. All of you.”
My emotions catch in my throat. I don’t say a word as I roll the condom on. Bracing my body above hers, then positioning myself at her entrance, I stare directly into her inviting eyes.
“Promise you won’t bail on me, Hollis. Promise me this won’t change us. How we are.”
“I’ll never bail on you,” she promises without commenting on the rest.
She kisses me on the mouth and I’m unable to make anymore demands.
It’s a fool’s request anyway. Of course this will change us. I’m changing already. I can feel it in every fiber of my being. I’m kissing her on the mouth and loving every second of it.
Even though I know the risks, that I could lose her, I can’t stop myself now. I need her too badly, need to fill her and have all of her for myself. Right the hell now.
My cock parts her wet folds and fiery heat envelopes me entirely.
Her body bows against mine as I push past the barrier no man has ever breached before.
She’s so fucking tight, clenching and clamping down so hard I can barely move inside her.
“It’s a tight fit. Are you okay?”
She nods but there’s moisture gathering in her eyes so I know she feels some pain.
I kiss her tenderly, hoping to relax her body at least a little. It works, mostly, and soon we find a steady rhythm as I stroke her swollen walls.
Her pussy milks my cock, becoming wetter with every stroke. My back and shoulder muscles wrestle one another as I move slowly above her.
The pull of her body, her bare breasts against my chest and the sweet mewling sounds of pleasure she makes have me closer to the edge than I would like to be.
I roll us so that she’s on top, sitting astride me. She handles the transition well, responding to her body’s needs and grinding herself down onto me.
She looks like a goddess, the damp sheen of sweat giving her an ethereal glow.
Placing my hands on her hips, I use them to guide her movements, slowing her pace just a little.
When I feel myself climbing too high, I sit up so that I can look in her eyes and kiss her lips while I come.
“Jonah,” she whispers as we hold each other, chest to chest, forehead to forehead. When she can’t take the stillness anymore, she rocks her hips against me.
“Yes, baby. Right there. Just like that, gorgeous girl.”
