Page 20 of Joint Custody

“Oh, fuck.” He shook. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me when you say that,” he whispered against my lips as he pounded into my, dare I say it, pussy. “You feel so fucking good. I want to drill you harder and faster, but I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

Oh dear. I loved the way “harder and faster” sounded. I lost my breath, gasping and almost yelping in pleasure as a high-pitched moan erupted from me. These new sounds coming from me shocked me, like who am I? “Give me all of you,” I said, once I caught my breath. “Do it harder and faster.”

His face contorted with need as his body rocked and he groaned so loud, I thought he was about to collapse. “Are you sure?” he grunted.

I nodded, unsure but ready.

“Oh fuck.” His lips pressed to mine, and I felt a surge of electricity leave his lips and course throughout my entire body. I couldn’t prepare myself for what came next as he lowered himself on one elbow and hammered his hips into me.

“Oh shit!” I gasped, and he paused in shock.

“Are you okay?” he asked in concern.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I told him.

“Oh goodness,” he said with a low gravel, groaning as he placed sensual kisses against my neck, chin, and jaw. He took his time at first before resuming his pounding, murmuring my name, “Tiffany. Mm. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Oh fuck,” I said, and this time, my moan was deep and long. I couldn’t feel my body anymore, I felt like I was pleasure personified. He pulled out of me and emptied himself on my bed as my body continued to vibrate, coming down from its high.

When I was aware of where I was again, I looked at him in wonder.

“Wow,” I said as he lay on his belly staring at me.

He smiled.

“Wow,” he repeated, reaching for my hand and bringing it to his lips. “You liked that?” he asked.

“Liked it? I couldn’t get enough of it,” I said with a deep breath. My heart was bursting with gratitude for being able to experience this level of satisfaction. “I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on. Why didn’t my friends tell me this was what it felt like?!”

He laughed, moving to wrap his arms around me, kissing my shoulder and snuggling his head into my pillow. I felt overwhelmed with the need to thank him as I stroked his face while I watched his eyes flutter closed with a half smile on his face.

“Thank you,” I said.

He opened his eyes to stare at me in confusion. “For what?”

“For this,” I told him as if what I meant should have been clear.

“Are you kidding me? I’m honored. Thank you for choosing me to share that beautiful, sexy body with.” He smiled as he grabbed my ass, and I giggled. “Seriously, I’m honored to be chosen for your first time.” He kissed the back of my hand before stifling a yawn. “But, let’s get some sleep, okay?” he said with a smile, and I stroked his back, watching him fall asleep, smiling at his snores before I was lulled to sleep myself.

I awoke to the feeling of something hard poking me in my back. I jumped awake in fright, feeling his arm around my waist and rubbing my eyes against the blaring sunlight bathing the room. As I reached behind me to grab whatever was poking me, my cheeks grew red when I realized what I had my hand wrapped around. I released it in shock and spun around to see Mario rousing, rubbing his eyes and blinking them open against the light. “It doesn’t bite, you know?” he said, his voice gravelly with sleep. “You can touch it.” He yawned and stretched.

I didn’t get to see it last night, I sure knew what it felt like, though. It was covered by his boxers for most of our time together, and when I finally had him inside me, I didn’t even get a glimpse of him. Now, as it was pushing the sheet up off his hips, my mouth salivated and my heart thumped against my chest as I thought about seeing it in broad daylight. I’d never seen a penis before, except in science classes. Not even in the dark club last night. My cheeks warmed as I looked up to watch him staring at me.

“Good morning.” He smiled.

“Good morning,” I said, my voice hoarse. He moved to rest his back against the head of the bed, causing the sheet to shift, only partly covering his hips, and he looked so tempting with parts of his muscular leg and the side of his bare ass on display. I licked my lips and he groaned. My breath hitched as I reached for the sheet, pausing to prepare myself.

“I promise, it won’t bite,” he said, raising one eyebrow and smirking, even though he had that tone I recognized as his desire filled voice.

I took my time removing the sheet, and he closed his eyes against the pull of it on his dick, biting his lip and hissing as it fell away from him. My mouth fell open at the sight of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said to him as I reached out to touch it, admiring the veins and the darker shade of beige it had in comparison to the rest of his skin tone. It was so smooth, and it felt so warm in my hand. I was fascinated by him, losing myself in the feel of him, studying him as he grabbed my hand, and I looked up to see his face tense, his eyes filled with need. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to drive me fucking crazy,” he breathed.

That’s when it dawned on me. Of course. Duh. “Does it feel good when I touch you here?” I asked.

He shuddered, swaying his head from side to side. “So fucking good,” he said, and I smiled as I knew now that I could also make him feel as good as he made me feel.

“Like this?” I asked, moving my hand up, then down because those seemed like the only two movements that made sense. There was no pulling it from side to side. Plus, the velvet feeling of his penis in my hand as I rubbed it up and down was addictive.

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