Page 53 of Bad Reputation

I am desperate for him, moaning and clenching my hands into fists in the sheets. He takes full advantage, easing the dildo against my lower lips. I am so wet and excited that I don’t need any lube. As he presses the dildo against my pussy I make a sound, a kind of whimper, and he takes his mouth away again.

I could feel my body weeping for him, feel the sheets beneath my body growing damp, clinging to my ass cheeks.

“Are you going to be a good girl and be quiet so that I can finish eating your pussy?” he murmurs against my bare flesh. “I really hope you are, because I can’t wait to watch you call out my name.”

I nod, feeling my face grow red. I shut my mouth and go still, willing him to continue.

He presses against my pussy lips again with the dildo. I am so wet, it slides in partially with no resistance. God, the pressure of the dildo feel good, almost like his cock.

He withdraws it, kissing my clit once more. I couldn’t be quiet, so I groaned softly. He doesn’t pause, he just moves the dildo in again, licking my clit.

“Oh god,” I gasp. “Fuck!”

I grab the sheets, knowing that I am going to come soon. I feel my thighs shake as he french kisses my clit. As he moves his tongue, he gently pulls the dildo out of my pussy, and moves it to my ass instead.

I am shocked enough by the contact to make a noise, but luckily this time he doesn’t stop licking. He turns up the intensity of his french kiss as he gently presses the dildo against my ass.

Jameson pauses, and I groan. When he returns, he moves the little dildo against my rear entrance once more, and I feel the slipperiness of the lube he has added. I bite my lower lip and close my eyes.

It feels so naughty but so fucking good. He slips the dildo into my ass while he kisses my clit. The sensation of being very full and very fucking ready to come washes over me.

“Oh god… please…” I beg him.

He chuckles. That is enough for me. My eyes roll back in my head, and I clench and shake. I feel enraptured, but even as I am drifting down, he is already preparing for more. He sheds his jeans, his expression intense.

He gets up, putting the dildo aside. Flipping me over on my hands and knees, he smacks my ass once. A chill runs down my spine, unbidden,

Jameson actually growls his excitement, which only increases my sense of anticipation. He pushes my thighs apart and presses his thick cock against the entrance to my pussy. He feels so huge from this angle, impossibly big.

He uses a little of my lubrication to push himself halfway in. We both groan. He wraps my long dark hair in his fist, withdraws slightly, and then hammers himself home.

I cry out, the pleasure bordering on pain. He is so big, filling every single inch of me, touching every secret spot inside.

He grasps one of my hips and starts thrusting slowly. I shudder as he withdraws and then fills me completely, again and again. Jameson increases his speed, gripping my hair and fucking me harder.

I moan, feeling him filling every inch of my pussy. He shifts a little, and suddenly he is hitting my g-spot. I tighten and clench instinctively around his cock.

“Ah!” I call. “God, right there!”

“You like that?” he growls. “I want you to cum so hard. I want to feel you cream all over my cock.”

I groan as he hits my g-spot over and over, his thrusts as rapid as gunfire. Everything inside my body tightens.

“Oh god… oh god, Jameson, I’m— I’m—” I cry, clenching around his cock. I feel like I am exploding, my eyes rolling back in my head.

He groans as he comes, finishing with a final thrust. I can actually feel the hot spurts of cum as he releases them in my pussy.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, struggling for breath.

He loosens his hold on my hair, leaning forward to kiss my lower back. I collapse on the bed, giving a breathless chuckle.

He withdraws, falling onto the bed beside me. I sweep my hair over my shoulder and roll over, facing him. He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles.

As he lies there next to me, trying to control his breathing, I can’t help the way my heart squeezes. When I look at him, I can hardly breathe for wanting to spill my guts all over the damn place.

Instead of telling him that I love him, though, I opt for temperance.

“Would it be weird if I asked you to be my boyfriend?” I blurt out. I turn red immediately, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from covering my mouth.

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