Maintaining that pressure?
Rolling the tiny nub around and around and around with the end of my middle finger while fucking her faster and frantic and with enough force that she’s sent flying to the tips of her toes turning her into some sort of bawdy ballerina I can’t wait to empty my balls into?
Thatconquers my mind like a hostile takeover.
Invades every sense and cell in my body.
Encourages my teeth to nip at her lobe.
Neck.
Steadily shove her downward to gawk at me splitting her in two and blatantly ignore the tiny hand cramps conjured from the frenzied caressing.
Boundless barbarity demands I don’t stop diving into her most sensitive depths until her trembles turn into thrashes and her thrashes cause her to pant and those pants morph into beautiful screams of my name that make my vision blur.
“FucccckkkkBeloved,” I hiss, yanking her head to rest against mine, the heavenly sensation of her pussy perpetually pulsating around my shaft so powerful I now need extra support to resist collapsing. “I can’t last much longer like this…”
“Come for me,Imzadi,” Nae breathlessly begs, lower lips doing the same. “Make me yours.”
One additional clumsy thrust is all I complete before my cock succumbs to her request.
Dark, animalistic groans are expelled against her ear as short, scorching splashes join the orgasmic waves overflowing from us both, erasing whatever parts of pretend that still lingered.
Thisrelationship is now real.
Weare now real.
Andthis realis the type I want to last forever.
Chapter 6
Janae
“You’re very bendy,” J.T. praises against my lips, tongue stealing a taste of mine afterward.
“I am,” I warmly giggle in return.
“Like a sexy, female Stretch Armstrong.”
“I’ve never been called that before,” leaves me on another round of laughs.
And that’s something this guyconstantlyhas me doing.
Both intentionally and unintentionally.
Starfleet Wrestling with pillows we’re pretending are alien races?
Intentional.
Scrambling to not let room service see his dick through the split in his towel?
Unintentional.
Regardless, I’ve never smiled this much in my life.
For free anyway.
“Or like a gorgeous Gumby,” he continues to praise from his position on top of me.
