Page 3 of Make You Miss Me

His face turns into a deviant smirk as he walks over to his bedside table with his dick practically saluting me. I must look crazed because he chuckles, “Why so serious?”

I almost miss the reference, too busy salivating over the sight of him rolling the condom on. I come to my wits and smirk back at him. “Give me all you’ve got Mr. J.”

He accepts the challenge and picks me back up, slamming me against the wall. I love that we’re so into one another that we can’t even make it past this part of his bedroom.

Within seconds, he has my body and mind filled with him.

“Fuckkk baby, you feel so good,” he moans into my mouth before he kisses me, intertwining his tongue with mine, reminding me exactly what his licks are capable of and why I’m already so close to coming.

“Yesss right there, don’t stop... ohhh shit, yess!”

He’s already right on the money with my g-spot when he stops kissing me and starts to rub my clit. My body is like a live wire.

“Good girl… that’s right, give it to me.”

Those words put me over the edge he’s had me hanging on since the dance floor, and I’ve never felt so unbelievably euphoric in my life.

I don’t even know what I’m saying or moaning because I can’t control the power this orgasm has over me.

Hearing his moans and seeing his green eyes turn almost black as he chases his own release has my pussy clenching around him again. Even with his slightly smeared face paint on and green hair, he is so fucking hot he makes my heart stop. Like holy fuck, did that really just happen?

“Oh, fuck babe, what did you just do to me?” he says as he leans down into my neck.

He’s holding up all my weight and I can’t even answer him, but I’m wondering the same exact thing. I guess he understands my sated silence because he says, “I have no fucking clue what that was, but I do know I’m not done with you yet.”

Then he stands back up to his full height of at least six-four and holds me close as he carries me over to his bed and tosses me down.

I let out a squeal, and he leans down to give me a quick kiss on the mouth before stepping away to throw the condom out in the bathroom.

Lying here in my spot of orgasmic bliss, I notice little things around his room. I see a framed jersey with what I assume is his last name— “Manning”—and the number 59 across the back.Of course, he plays ball.

There are two academic awards on a shelf that grab my attention. Dude looks like that and he’s smart… damn, what a catch. Too bad I…stop Ashley, let yourself have tonight!

Leaning up to see the awards, I’m hoping they have his name on them because I just had the best sex of the century and don’t even know his name.

Of course, they don’t, only the award’s title and the academic year, just my luck.

Coming out of the bathroom with a washcloth in his hand, he gently cleans up the mess he’s made between my thighs. He winks at me and walks back into the ensuite but leaves the door open. I watch as he wipes some of his own smeared makeup while looking in the mirror.

“Damn, I forgot I had this mess on my face. Good thing it’s the good shit.” He smirks at me through the reflection.

Walking back over to his nightstand, he proceeds to grab a golden strip of condoms and throws them onto the bed, letting me know exactly what his intentions are.

Rolling his body on top of mine, he growls into my neck, “Fuck, you feel like mine.” He kisses and nips at the sensitive skin along my neck and throat. Marking me as his… at least for the night, and I’m loving every second of his attention.

Kissing his way to my tits that are spilling out of the top of my corset, he licks the exposed mounds, pulling down the top of my costume and freeing my nipples.

“Fucking perfect.” He groans into my chest while I writhe beneath him, unable to control my want for him.

He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and teases the hardened bud with a flick of his tongue.I moan at the contact.

“Mmm,” I continue to moan as he gives both the girls’ special attention.

Grabbing the back of his head, I pull him up to my face. Our lips collide in a frenzy of passion. Fuck me, this guy is going to be the death of me.

“I want you on all fours, baby.”

Flipping me like I weigh nothing, he positions me on my hands and knees. I let out a gasp at the sudden movement but quickly bounce back with a shake of my ass in his direction, letting him know I’m ready for whatever he’s got for me.

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