Josh’s mouth, those hands. Her belly tingled, her thighs shook wildly. This was what she needed. Right now.
Her orgasm left her limp and weak, her hands sliding free of Josh’s hair.
“Pretty baby. So fucking sweet.” Josh nuzzled her belly.
“I…you. Wow.” Words escaped her.
Josh’s chuckle was soft, warm, not mean at all. “You are wow, baby. Slick and sweet and so wet.”
Heat spread over her chest and neck. “The things you say. I swear I’m not like this.”
“You so are. The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His blue eyes sparkled, his smile so earnest and happy.
She reached down, stroked those lips, chuckling as he nibbled. He had a thing for biting. Which reminded her…
“Your nephew is a biter.”
“What?” Josh looked completely baffled.
“He’s in my class at school.” She grinned, stroking his cheek. “What do you need, Josh?”
He turned his head, sucked on her fingers, teeth scraping. Biting definitely must run in the family. Cheri pressed a finger to his lips, then the dip in his chin.
He nibbled his way up her arm, each little nip stinging so good. Torn between chuckling and jumping, she watched him, waiting to see what he needed. He was still so hard against her.
She wanted him to fuck her, to fill her up and make her come.
He dropped his forehead down against her shoulder when he reached it. “We can’t, baby girl. Not now.”
“Why?” She stroked his head. “Is…is something wrong?”
Was Josh sick?
“No!” He laughed, shaking his head. “No, baby. I don’t have condoms.”
“Oh. I don’t either. I haven’t in a while.” Not even with Paulo.
He nodded as if he knew, which was a little weird. Maybe it was satisfaction instead, but that seemed odd too. He should be angry or something, right?
She reached down, fingers sliding over the bulge in his jeans.
He danced for her, his hips rocking hard. “Careful now. That’s almost painful.”
“I don’t want you to hurt.” She eased his zipper down.
“No. No, you don’t want that.” His body lifted up, and he let her pull his cock out. His skin was so hot against her fingers.
Cheri moaned, stroked him from base to tip, loving the way his heavy flesh felt in her palm. He pushed hard against her, letting her know how he liked it, which was rougher than Paulo.
“Hungry.” She licked her lips, let her thumb rub the ridge around the mushroom-shaped tip, pushing just a little too hard.
“Always. You make it so much better.” His body started rocking. “And worse.”
“Worse?” She repeated the touch, eyes rolling at the slick, wet heat that met her fingers.
“Uh-huh. Make me hard when I think about you.” He put his hand over hers, squeezing. “Can be awkward.”
“Oh…” She lifted her face for a kiss. His lips tasted like her and his tongue pushed into her mouth, Josh growling softly as he moved her hand faster and helped her grip harder. He was panting, but it wasn’t gross. Somehow breathing him in was so good. So right.
His hips were rocking violently, his balls nudging her thigh, and she gave him the barest bit of pressure.
“Fuck. Oh baby. Need to come.” He stared at her, his eyes flashing gold.
“Josh.” She moaned, kissed him again and nudged his balls again, her thumbnail pressing into the slit of his cock.
He bit her lower lip hard, his seed spilling over her wrist, her hand. He came hard, his body bucking as if he was riding at a rodeo.
He smelled good.
So good.
She moaned low, tongue tracing his bottom lip.
“Oh thank you, baby.” He smiled against her mouth, his hands sliding up and down her sides. “You’re something else.”
“I’m…” The lightning flashed again and she pressed closer. “Thank you.”
“You’re okay, baby girl. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Can I stay?” It wasn’t too late yet, but with the storm and everything…
“Of course you can. We can have soup and I have cookies from Ray Bailey’s
Her orgasm left her limp and weak, her hands sliding free of Josh’s hair.
“Pretty baby. So fucking sweet.” Josh nuzzled her belly.
“I…you. Wow.” Words escaped her.
Josh’s chuckle was soft, warm, not mean at all. “You are wow, baby. Slick and sweet and so wet.”
Heat spread over her chest and neck. “The things you say. I swear I’m not like this.”
“You so are. The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His blue eyes sparkled, his smile so earnest and happy.
She reached down, stroked those lips, chuckling as he nibbled. He had a thing for biting. Which reminded her…
“Your nephew is a biter.”
“What?” Josh looked completely baffled.
“He’s in my class at school.” She grinned, stroking his cheek. “What do you need, Josh?”
He turned his head, sucked on her fingers, teeth scraping. Biting definitely must run in the family. Cheri pressed a finger to his lips, then the dip in his chin.
He nibbled his way up her arm, each little nip stinging so good. Torn between chuckling and jumping, she watched him, waiting to see what he needed. He was still so hard against her.
She wanted him to fuck her, to fill her up and make her come.
He dropped his forehead down against her shoulder when he reached it. “We can’t, baby girl. Not now.”
“Why?” She stroked his head. “Is…is something wrong?”
Was Josh sick?
“No!” He laughed, shaking his head. “No, baby. I don’t have condoms.”
“Oh. I don’t either. I haven’t in a while.” Not even with Paulo.
He nodded as if he knew, which was a little weird. Maybe it was satisfaction instead, but that seemed odd too. He should be angry or something, right?
She reached down, fingers sliding over the bulge in his jeans.
He danced for her, his hips rocking hard. “Careful now. That’s almost painful.”
“I don’t want you to hurt.” She eased his zipper down.
“No. No, you don’t want that.” His body lifted up, and he let her pull his cock out. His skin was so hot against her fingers.
Cheri moaned, stroked him from base to tip, loving the way his heavy flesh felt in her palm. He pushed hard against her, letting her know how he liked it, which was rougher than Paulo.
“Hungry.” She licked her lips, let her thumb rub the ridge around the mushroom-shaped tip, pushing just a little too hard.
“Always. You make it so much better.” His body started rocking. “And worse.”
“Worse?” She repeated the touch, eyes rolling at the slick, wet heat that met her fingers.
“Uh-huh. Make me hard when I think about you.” He put his hand over hers, squeezing. “Can be awkward.”
“Oh…” She lifted her face for a kiss. His lips tasted like her and his tongue pushed into her mouth, Josh growling softly as he moved her hand faster and helped her grip harder. He was panting, but it wasn’t gross. Somehow breathing him in was so good. So right.
His hips were rocking violently, his balls nudging her thigh, and she gave him the barest bit of pressure.
“Fuck. Oh baby. Need to come.” He stared at her, his eyes flashing gold.
“Josh.” She moaned, kissed him again and nudged his balls again, her thumbnail pressing into the slit of his cock.
He bit her lower lip hard, his seed spilling over her wrist, her hand. He came hard, his body bucking as if he was riding at a rodeo.
He smelled good.
So good.
She moaned low, tongue tracing his bottom lip.
“Oh thank you, baby.” He smiled against her mouth, his hands sliding up and down her sides. “You’re something else.”
“I’m…” The lightning flashed again and she pressed closer. “Thank you.”
“You’re okay, baby girl. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Can I stay?” It wasn’t too late yet, but with the storm and everything…
“Of course you can. We can have soup and I have cookies from Ray Bailey’s
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