“Do you have condoms?”
I nod vehemently. “Bedside table.”
She leans as she fishes one out of my drawer, and my stomach clenches with want as I watch her tear it open with her teeth. This is her show, it seems, but I’m just happy she’s taking me along for the ride.
Literally.
“It almost isn’t fair,” she murmurs, slowly sliding the condom down my length. “You’re already too pretty. You shouldn’t get to have a cock this perfect too.”
My lips curl. “You’re going to give me a big head.”
“Right,” she laughs, tucking the condom snugly against the base of me. “Like you don’t already.”
“It’s hard not to, with you in my bed,” I say huskily, running my hands over the tops of her thighs. “Never dreamed you’d let me touch you like this.”
“Yeah?” She grasps my cock, lifting slightly so she can rub the head against her slick folds. “You thought about it?”
“More than I should have,” I admit.
She bites her lip, peeking at me from under her lashes. “Maybe I did too.”
“Even before last night?”
She nods slowly, looking shy. “Maybe.”
I wrap my hands around her hips, her hand releasing me as I force her to undulate back and forth against my length, my lashes fluttering at the sensation.
“Tell me I can have you,” I beg. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
“I told you.” She leans over me, her lips pressing sweetly to mine. “I want you, Jack.”
She lifts her hips to accommodate me, and I reach down to take my cock in hand, lining myself up with her entrance as she slowly,slowlystarts to sink down the length of me. Every inch feels like torture and also bliss—needing more and somehow less because it feels like I could explode at any second from the tight clasp of her.
“Fuck,” I moan. “You’re so fuckingfullof me.”
She whimpers when she takes all of me, but the sound is needy, desperate even, echoing the way I feel inside. She rocks her hips as she adjusts, her eyes closed and her mouth parted as short gasps of breath escape her.
I suck in a breath when she lifts up, watching as she glides up my cock, expelling it harshly when she drops back down, unable to tear my eyes away from her sweet little pussy swallowing every inch of me.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “Taking me so well.” I glance up to meet her heavy-lidded gaze. “You feel sogood, Abby.”
She makes that same needy little sound, doing it all overagain—the slow slide upward before the sharp drop as she uses me for her pleasure. And watching her do that, seeing her losing herself bit by bit because ofme—it has me grinding my teeth with the need to roll her over and fuck her senseless.
But again, this is Abby’s ride. And I’m fucking here for it.
“God, that’s good,” she hums, angling her hips to take me even deeper. “I want more.”
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” I promise. “I’ll give you fucking anything, Abby.”
She looks me dead in the eye and says, “I want you to fuck me until I can’t think of anything else.”
She looks so serious as she says it, like there’s nothing she wants more, and just hearing the words is enough to make me go a little feral. I only pull out of her for the briefest of moments to roll her onto her stomach, her pretty ass in the air as her fingers clench the sheets.
“You want it hard, baby?”
“I want everything,” she breathes, her lashes fluttering.
I run a hand down the long length of her spine, counting the notches there before slowly curling it to palm the smooth curve of her ass. I can see everything like this—how her pretty pussy is soaking wet for me, just begging for me to sink inside—and I bite my lower lip hard to suppress the overwhelming surge of lust that courses through me, noticing how shiny my condom-covered cock is when I fist it tightly.
