Some of those things take more trust.
For now, I nudge her onto the sofa, press her face down into the cushions and line my cock at her entrance, swirling it in her wet juices.
“I haven’t touched you, and you’re dripping.Bad girl.”
Moans from the sofa reach me, and I grin.
“Do you want me to go slow and torture you, or slam in so hard you can barely breathe?”
I don’t hear her answer.
I’m barely able to focus, the need to be inside her as I slide on the condom driving me crazy.
The moment the tip of my cock slips inside, the decision is gone from both of us.I grab her hips and thrust.
“Fuck,” I cry, digging my fingers in.
“Jake,” Caylee cries, lifting her head.
Another thrust.
Another.
Jesus, I have wanted this all day.I want this every day.I want to fall asleep with my cock inside her, then wake, thickening, and fuck her all over again.
I want to know her pussy is full every day, and she aches, thinking of me when her mind drifts.
I should get her a sex toy.
Thrust.
Since when have I been this possessive?
Parting her bottom, I run my thumb over her ass, and she tightens hard around my cock.
“Yes, fuck.”I do it again.“Oh Jesus.Caylee.”
I press part of my thumb in, and she strangles me, my orgasm blasting to the forefront and shooting out of me before I can think straight.
“Jake.Ohmygodfuckinghell.”She scrunches the cushions in her hands and arches.
My dick pulsing as I collapse over her, I maneuver us both so that I don’t kill her with my two-hundred-and-sixty pounds.
Ripping the condom off and wrapping it in some tissues, I turn back and grab Caylee’s face.
Our mouths find one another and we kiss.It’s full of everything we just felt.Long, scorching, fervid.
“Wow,”
My lips stretch.“We’re good at this.”
“You are.I just lie there.”
I chuckle as I run my thumb over her cheekbones.“Not quite, baby.But we should check again in about thirty minutes to make sure.”
“Thank you for dinner.”Caylee glides her fingers over my five o’clock shadow.“And thank you for doing what you promised.”
“Fucking you until you screamed?”
