“Yes, Maverick, we’re doing it.”
It’s all I need. Our mouths collide, and I groan as I lift her off the bed.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I turn, pressing her back against the wall. Our lips never part. We’re all groans and grunts and moans and whimpers and hands everywhere.
I don’t want to tear her dress, but I’m about to before she lowers her legs and reaches to the side, unfastening a hidden zipper. Just like that, the entire garment falls to the floor, leaving her standing in only the tiniest scrap of triangle lace and a sheer white bra.
My lips part, and I stagger back against the bed, sitting down on the edge. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I can’t tear my eyes off her body, her full breasts. They’re heavy and round and just… fucking… stunning. My cock stands straight up on my lap.
She smiles, a naughty light in her eyes, and she climbs onto the bed, straddling me on her knees. “When you look at me like that, you make me want to show off.”
I like the sound of that.
“You can show off how well you ride my cock.” It’s a low growl, and I’m pleased by the way she shivers in response.
She leans down, pulling my bottom lip with her teeth. I’m ready to feast on her perfect tits, bend her over, and fill her until she cries for more.
Lifting my hands, I pull the back of her hair, tilting her head so I can trace my mouth down the column of her neck.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I groan.
She rises onto her knees, smoothing her fingers along the line of my forehead and kissing my nose. “I can’t believe the boy I loved has turned into such a man.”
“Loved?” I pause, holding her eyes.
Her eyes blink away, almost like she’s embarrassed. “We’re friends. We love each other, right?”
“Friends don’t have to fall in love.” My hands drift down her body. “Unless they do…”
“What happens if they do…” She feathers her lips along mine, breathless. “But it could never work?”
“It might work.” I tear her flimsy thong away with my thumb and hold her hips, guiding her core to line up with my cock. “Maybe they need to think about it more… After you come for me.”
She hesitates, the muscles in her throat moving with herswallow. My tip is at her entrance, and it’s slippery. Hell, it’s gushing.
My hands slide to her ass cheeks, and I insert the tip. Her voice shudders, and she holds the back of my neck, lifting her eyes to mine. “It’s so big.”
“Just relax, beautiful. You can take it.” I kiss her again. “Relax and ride.”
Her hot pussy lowers, pulling me into her clenching depths all the way to about half. Her body shudders, and she bends forward, kissing my cheek. “I’ll get there.”
Lifting my hips, I gently thrust, groaning with each sink of my cock, doing fucking everything in my power not to race ahead of her to the finish line.
It doesn’t even matter if I’m only half-cock deep in her sweet, sweet cunt. The surges of desire radiating through my pelvis have me seeing stars. I grunt and move, doing my best to make it easier for her rather than losing my mind like I want to.
“Show off for me, beautiful,” I whisper, tracing my fingers along the soft skin of her ass. “Let me hear what you sound like when you come on my cock.”
“That won’t happen,” she whispers, cupping the sides of my face in her hands.
Her forehead is pressed to mine, and she’s riding me as much as she can with her knees bent on the bed.
“What?” I groan, doing my best to stay with her.
“I never come from sex.” Her eyes are closed, and she holds my neck. “Go ahead and finish, and I’ll take care of myself later.”
Like a record scratch, everything stops.
