Her lips curve against mine. “Maybe just ruin you a little.”
Her hips roll, dragging that hot, perfect pressure over my cock. A strangled sound tears out of me.
“I’ve got a nice little treat for you, stud,” she whispers, voice dripping sin.
I can’t think, can’t breathe. Just feel.
She presses herself into me again—slow, ruinous—her tongue skimming my jaw. “Find a nice place to lie down, Alaska… and unzip your pants.”
My brain stutters. What leaves my throat isn’t language so much as her name, a prayer, a curse. Heat hammers in my ears; the pressure against my zipper borders on catastrophic.
I walk toward the bed, every step a drag of friction and fire. Reaching the edge of the mattress, I drop down, gritting my teeth when gravity presses Joy on my hard-on, her thighs locked around my waist like a vise.
She grinds again—unrestrained, shameless—dragging her center over me until my vision sparks. I’m one breath from coming apart like a teenager.
“Ready for your treat, pretty boy?”
I nod roughly. “I’ll take anything you give me, baby doll.”
She presses me back onto the mattress. My head blanks; every drop of blood heads south. She slips off me just long enough to work open my waistband and strip me down, then swings back astride, nails skimming my chest in a sharp, electric rake.
“Christ.”
She pouts, wicked and pretty. “Oh no. Did I misbehave?” A teasing look. “Guess I’ll have to make it up to you.” She looks at my arousal, hard and thick and glistening with precum.
Grinning, she lowers her head to my crotch and pants a warm breath over my aching tip. At the first flick of her tongue, I feel as if lightning has struck me. I cry out and collapse on the bed when her tongue slowly slides over the side of my length, tasting and licking slowly, before she envelops it and pushes it deep inside.
“Oh my God, Wesley.” She smiles, humming low in her throat as she licks me again. The sounds she lets out are feral with need. She looks up at me as her hand moves over my balls, squeezing. “You’re huge. How can you even play with this thing between your legs?”
“I’m warning you,” I say hoarsely, rising on my elbows, allowing me to watch her sink down again. She’s beautiful with my dick in her mouth. I can’t look away. It’s clear she loves giving head. She strokes me, her spit coating me, until I’m so wet I could as well be inside her. My hips pump up, desperate grunts escaping my lips, and she bobs on me, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip.
“Your cum tastes good,” she mumbles, wrapped around me. “Will you come inside my mouth?”
This girl is a fucking tease. My every sense is locked on the sensation of her tongue on me. I feel like I’m going to burst into a million pieces.
“Not tonight. I need to fuck you, Joy. Need to be inside you.”
I’ve never been this hard and thick.
“You feel how heavy they are?” I growl as she reaches for my balls, squeezing. “That’s all for you, baby. I need you riding me, not just tasting me.” Her thighs squeeze together; she moans for me, and it’s almost my undoing. “You keep this up and I’m gonna lose my name, not just forget it.”
Her answering whimper is pure yes. I reach for the lace at her chest and slide my fingers under the strap, easing it down off her shoulder, baring her for me. Her perfect tits bounce as she takes me to the back of her throat. “I’m losing my mind,” I say as I sink a hand into her hair and guide her up so I can kiss her. She pops off me with a gentle sucking sound, a mischievous smile coating her lips. I roll with her, flipping us so she’s on her back, but I keep my weight braced on my arms.
She lets out a startled gasp, and I bring my lips to hers. “God, yes,” she moans as she wraps her legs around my waist in just the right spot that her center smooths over my length.
“It’s time to try it on,” I murmur. “Tag’s still on, right?” My lips move along her jaw, nipping at her skin as she glides against my shaft.
“Let’s see if it fits.” She giggles, rolling her hips. “What was it you promised me?” she teases. “That you’re going to pound me?” Her teeth catch my earlobe; my neck goes tight as I reach and tug her panties down.
It fits. God, we fit. Joy Preston was made for me. “You’ll take it all, Foxy. Your pussy will take every last fucking inch of me.”
“Then give it to me,” she bites my lip, drawing blood, the metallic taste spreading on my tongue. “Hard. I want it hard. Please.”
This girl is a dream.
I would’ve never, never guessed what was under those oversized hoodies and loose jeans she lives in. All thosenights she prowled the locker room with her phone, cool and contained, camera slung over her shoulder. All that understatement. Turns out she wasn’t hiding insecurity. She was hidingthis.
Toned curves and a mouth that could end civilizations. Dirty, fearless, bossy-as-hell, scrambling my brain and bulldozing every moral code I’ve ever had.
