Over and over.
“Urrrrghhhh.”
I heaved.
“Suck that dick, baby.”
Josiah’s hand on my head was sheer motivation.
Over and over.
Over and over.
“FUCK.”
Over and over.
He snatched me away. His dick fell onto his thigh. A thick strand of saliva kept us connected.
Josiah leaned down, sticking his tongue down my throat. I closed my mouth around him.
“Mmmm.”
He pulled back. His strength was elating. My body was kissed by the cold air as he lifted me from the floor. It wasn’t the cold counter I met, again. It was him.
“Josiaaaaaaaaah,” I belted, clinging to his body.
He entered me with the hunger of a starving nomad unsure when he’d eat again. Unsure when he’d have shelter again.
His breathing was impaired. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. We were in sync. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.
“Sunshine,” he mumbled in my ear. “This pussy all mine?”
Up.
Down.
He held me close.
Chest to chest.
Up. Down.
“Hm?”
Up.
Down.
“Yessss. Yesss. Yesssss.”
He slid me up and down his body with ease.
“Tell me,” I pleaded. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“This dick belongs to you, baby. It’s yours. It’s fucking yours.”
Up.
