“Keep that on.” He swallows hard, gaze slowly sweeping over me.
“Okay, but can you take your shirt off?” I really want to see and feel him.
He reaches over his head and pulls it off, throwing it somewhere on the floor.
I blatantly check him out as I straddle him but stay hovering over his cock.
Daniel grabs my hips and when he glances down, any trace of humor dissolves. “I should get a condom…”
“You should…” I trail off and wait for him to make a move, but he doesn’t lift a finger. “We shouldn’t be irresponsible.”
“No, we shouldn’t…” He drags his teeth along his bottom lip and tugs me down a little.
I grab his cock and align it at my entrance. “You really shouldn’t fuck me like this.”
“I really shouldn’t.” He squeezes my hips and urges me to lower myself.
The crown nudges my pussy and slips past my lips, and I squeeze around him. I suck in a breath and he hisses. “I’ll get off in a bit. I promise…”
I sink a little more and close my eyes as he stretches me.
He moans and glides his rough, calloused palms under the jersey and cups my ass. “Yeah, take your time, baby. Take…your time…”
A little more and I’m panting and feeling dizzy. Fuck, he’s so huge.
I grip his shoulders, holding my breath again, as I lower myself some more. Inch by inch, he stretches me. You’d think I’m losing my virginity from how tight I am.
“Your pussy feels…I’m going to come. You’re so tight and wet. Holy shit, you feel so goddamn good. Fucking hell, Josie,” he says as his eyes stay on my wet tits as they bounce with every movement.
I don’t know what takes over me, maybe it’s the way he’s staring at me, how he feels inside me, or his words, but I force myself all the way.
My jaw drops, but no air comes out. It stays lodged in my lungs as my pussy grips and pulses around him. A cry is the closest thing I make to a sound, and I think I hear Daniel groan my name, but I’m not sure. I can’t focus on anything but how insanely stretched I feel, how deep he’s hitting inside of me, and how amazing I feel.
“Josie, I don’t think I’m going to last,” he says like he’s pleading with every inch of his life. “Don’t move.”
“I have to. Ineedto,” I impatiently whine.
I’m in a state of euphoria. My body is so aware, I can physically feel him throb inside me, feel how I’m drenching his cock with my arousal, feel how deeply connected we are.
“Josie,” he breathes against my chest, biting my collarbone as I grind just a little. “I’m serious. I’m not going to las…”
I roll my hips, pushing my ass out and bucking forward, pressing down hard against his pubic bone to feel pressure on my clit. He holds me down, but I grab the back of the sectional, bouncing on him because I know my breasts will too. He stares at them and has this dazed look in his eyes, lost in his perverted fantasy to stop me from moving.
I know I’ve screwed myself over because I’ve never not used a condom, and now I don’t know how I’ll ever want to use one again. This feels too good. He slips in and out so easily, so quickly. I feel his soft, sweaty skin against me, feel the ridge of his crown, feel every inch of his skin slapping mine, his balls against my ass. And the noises—they’re so erotic and hot, I can’t stop bouncing.
The built-up pressure in my core explodes and I come a second later. I slowly stop moving, jerking every so often as the orgasm wracks my body.
I stop moving all together, at least for a second, because Daniel rocks his hips and grabs mine and makes me grind on him.
I cry out, shaking my head for him to stop because I’m sensitive but the words leaving my mouth are the opposite because I’m screaming, “Yes! More! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”
He doesn’t. He fucks me relentlessly until I come again and he follows shortly after. He groans, his head tipping back, his veins popping in his neck, and his jaw clenching hard as he releases inside me.
I slump against his sweaty chest, breathing harshly. He wraps his arms around my back and holds me until our breaths even out.
“I can feel your cum coming out,” I murmur tiredly.
He lifts me up and pulls out of me. I shudder at how empty I feel and hate that he’s not back in me. I almost ask him to fuck me again, but my thoughts freeze as he sits me on the couch, drops to his knees on the floor, and spreads my thighs.
