where she’d like me, but not where she needs me. “You want me back here? Is that what you mean?”
“You know damn well what I mean.” She groans and bucks her hips before I can pull back and my tongue glides between her folds, leaving enough of her arousal on my lips that I have no other choice but to continue. One small taste is not nearly enough.
“I kinda like you bossy, babe. Tell me what you want.” I slowly, so painfully slowly, place open-mouthed kisses between her thighs, not putting enough pressure to give Josette any relief.
“Cutter,” she moans, trying to inch closer to me.
“Tell me, babe,” I whisper, situating myself to dive in as soon as she says the words and wrapping my arms behind her legs and pressing down on her stomach to hold her in place. “Tell me.”
“If you’re not gonna do it, I’ll do it my damn self.” Josette pulls her hand from above her, dragging her fingers lightly down her chest and stomach, through the patch of hair and between her legs, slowly running circles around her clit. Hell, it’s so fucking hot, I don’t know whether to join in the fun or stop her. Deciding on the latter, I nip at her fingers until she pulls them back and swipe my tongue through her folds, paying extra attention to the little nub at the top.
“God, yes,” she cries, and I pull away.
“We can play this game all night. You taste good enough to eat,” I wittily joke.
“So do it already!” she whines.
“Do what, babe?” I ask, feigning innocence.
“You know what, Cutter? Eat me,” she infuriatingly says, not in a sexual manner, but those two words are like music to my ears.
“That’s all you had to say.” Removing one of my hands from her stomach, I use those fingers to spread her for me, then thrust them inside her opening at the same time my mouth comes down on her clit, sucking and nipping, until she’s writhing beneath me, fisting the sheets and panting my name. After the first wave of her orgasm passes, I don’t give her a moment to recover before I make sure she’s chasing down the second. God knows I’m ready to come just at the taste of her. I won’t last long once I’m inside, but I need to do this for her. I can’t be that guy.
“Cutter. Cutter!” she screams, desperately trying to push my head away. When the realization strikes her that I’m the stronger of the two of us, she grabs my hair and pulls me up her body while I laugh throughout the entire journey, kissing every inch of skin I can. She drags me to her mouth, presses her lips against me, nibbles on my bottom lip while fumbling for something next to her. For whatever reason, she can’t reach it, so she shoves me back, turns slightly, and opens the drawer of her nightstand, retrieving a condom and ripping open the wrapper between her teeth.
I take the latex from the package and roll off to the side to put it on, but again she surprises me when she straddles my legs. With her hands over mine, together we roll the condom down my length. With a devilish, sexier-than-all-hell smirk, she winks and crawls up my body until her entrance is positioned just above my dick.
“Tell me what you want, Cutter,” Josette orders in a husky whisper, using my own personal brand of torture against me.
“You, babe. I want you,” I answer without hesitation. “Any way I can get you.”
Gently, she lowers herself, her wet heat surrounding my sensitive-even-while-sheathed cock, and I’m pretty sure my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Her ass rests against my balls, and she gives herself a few moments to adjust to my size, but then it’s game over, she’s the winner, someone get this woman a trophy. With a wild look in her eyes, she rides me like it’s the last dick she’ll ever get. I had no idea hips could move like this, and I would have never seen it coming from someone who’s an accounting major. It’s gotta be like that sexy librarian thing.
Josette’s nails dig into my chest as she chases yet
“You know damn well what I mean.” She groans and bucks her hips before I can pull back and my tongue glides between her folds, leaving enough of her arousal on my lips that I have no other choice but to continue. One small taste is not nearly enough.
“I kinda like you bossy, babe. Tell me what you want.” I slowly, so painfully slowly, place open-mouthed kisses between her thighs, not putting enough pressure to give Josette any relief.
“Cutter,” she moans, trying to inch closer to me.
“Tell me, babe,” I whisper, situating myself to dive in as soon as she says the words and wrapping my arms behind her legs and pressing down on her stomach to hold her in place. “Tell me.”
“If you’re not gonna do it, I’ll do it my damn self.” Josette pulls her hand from above her, dragging her fingers lightly down her chest and stomach, through the patch of hair and between her legs, slowly running circles around her clit. Hell, it’s so fucking hot, I don’t know whether to join in the fun or stop her. Deciding on the latter, I nip at her fingers until she pulls them back and swipe my tongue through her folds, paying extra attention to the little nub at the top.
“God, yes,” she cries, and I pull away.
“We can play this game all night. You taste good enough to eat,” I wittily joke.
“So do it already!” she whines.
“Do what, babe?” I ask, feigning innocence.
“You know what, Cutter? Eat me,” she infuriatingly says, not in a sexual manner, but those two words are like music to my ears.
“That’s all you had to say.” Removing one of my hands from her stomach, I use those fingers to spread her for me, then thrust them inside her opening at the same time my mouth comes down on her clit, sucking and nipping, until she’s writhing beneath me, fisting the sheets and panting my name. After the first wave of her orgasm passes, I don’t give her a moment to recover before I make sure she’s chasing down the second. God knows I’m ready to come just at the taste of her. I won’t last long once I’m inside, but I need to do this for her. I can’t be that guy.
“Cutter. Cutter!” she screams, desperately trying to push my head away. When the realization strikes her that I’m the stronger of the two of us, she grabs my hair and pulls me up her body while I laugh throughout the entire journey, kissing every inch of skin I can. She drags me to her mouth, presses her lips against me, nibbles on my bottom lip while fumbling for something next to her. For whatever reason, she can’t reach it, so she shoves me back, turns slightly, and opens the drawer of her nightstand, retrieving a condom and ripping open the wrapper between her teeth.
I take the latex from the package and roll off to the side to put it on, but again she surprises me when she straddles my legs. With her hands over mine, together we roll the condom down my length. With a devilish, sexier-than-all-hell smirk, she winks and crawls up my body until her entrance is positioned just above my dick.
“Tell me what you want, Cutter,” Josette orders in a husky whisper, using my own personal brand of torture against me.
“You, babe. I want you,” I answer without hesitation. “Any way I can get you.”
Gently, she lowers herself, her wet heat surrounding my sensitive-even-while-sheathed cock, and I’m pretty sure my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Her ass rests against my balls, and she gives herself a few moments to adjust to my size, but then it’s game over, she’s the winner, someone get this woman a trophy. With a wild look in her eyes, she rides me like it’s the last dick she’ll ever get. I had no idea hips could move like this, and I would have never seen it coming from someone who’s an accounting major. It’s gotta be like that sexy librarian thing.
Josette’s nails dig into my chest as she chases yet
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