“Mhm.”I smirk to smother the real smile behind it. “So what now?”
I tip my head, innocent.
“We just sit here? No movin’? No strokin’?”
He lifts his head,
and his expression is half-fucked, half-blissed.
Then he grabs my ass with both hands,
reminding me he’s still inside me,
lips creeping slow into a smirk.
“I’m buried six and a half inches deep in the best fuckin’ thing I ever felt, and you want me tomove?”
“I’m just saying... you usually don’t shut up, but all I get from you is,‘Stay here. Gimme a sec.’Thought you were the filthy one. Where’s all that mouth now, Jersey?” My nails trace the nape of his neck. “Where's all them words?”
He cups my jaw, palm hot,
thumb pressing down on my bottom lip.
“You want dirty talk?”
He drags his nose along mine,
eyes barely open.
“I’m still so fuckin’ hard for you, baby. You got me that deep.” His lips part, about to say more—then shut as his smile takes over instead.“All them words—how ‘bout you fuck ‘em out of me, yeah?”
He falls back, pulling me down on top of him,
letting me stay in control.
And then we're kissing all over again,
mouths slide lazy, tongue sinks deeper,
my pussy's leaking his hot cum and dragging his cock raw and slow.
He groans, grinding up hard,
cock even harder.
It’s not a thrust.
It’s a torturous crawl.
Rippling hot between my thighs,
waking me nerve by nerve.
Another intense grind,
and a moan claws up his chest
and spills out broken.
