“You’re a monster,” I say, lining myself over him as I snap on a condom.
He smirks.
God, he’s handsome.With his sopping wet hair, wild looking eyes and long lashes, I don’t know how I can go an hour without kissing this man.
When the head of his cock slips inside me, we both moan.
“Jesus,” Jake takes control, gripping both my hips as his lips part eagerly.“That’s a girl, let me fill you completely.”
My palms land on his pecs, our eyes snapping together as the length of him hits the back of my pussy.
“Fuck me.”He moans.“You’re so fucking tight.”
I start to move, my nerves sensitive as hell after hours of teasing.Up and down I lift, clutching the thickness of his shaft.
I could come right now.
But I’m going to savor this as long as I can.
Jake has other plans.He speeds up my movements, bouncing me, slamming in harder but thrusting up inside me.
“Caylee.Shit.Fuck your pussy is the best thing ever.”
Not the compliment most women are after, but I’ll take it.
“Jesus, fuck.”
Slam, slam, slam.
Then his biceps bulge as he lifts me, flips me onto my knees and buries himself inside me again.Doggy style.
“Face in the pillow, baby,” he orders and just in time, because he goes hard.Thrusting harder than I’ve felt before, his cock taking no prisoners as he groans.“All mine, this pussy is all fucking mine.”
My face turns to fire as his possessive words rush through me.I’ve never heard Jake talk like this before.
Does he want more than something casual?Like me?Or is this just dirty sex talk?
Now that we are dating and getting closer, I want more.I want a lot more.Things are going so much better than I thought they would.
I can’t wait to meet his parents next weekend at the party.Hopefully, that will give him the confidence to take things to the next level.
Cupping my breast and tweaking my nipple, Jake slides his hand between my legs, and that’s all it takes.
“Jake.Oh god.Yes, more.”
I feel his cock swell, and we both fall over the edge, coming together and collapsing into a still-sort-of-wet pile on the bed.
Panting, he kisses me, tugging me against him.
“I could do that every night forever and be a happy man.”
He does.
He wants this.
Men don’t just say things like that.
“I would die if you made me wait that long every day,” I playfully moan against his lips, feeling giddy.
