Page 9 of In It to Win It

“Do you think I’m texting a boyfriend or something?” My lips lift with amusement at his black look.

“I have no idea.” His jaw tics.

“It’s my parents. I live with them.”

“Oh.” His face relaxes, and he lets out a short breath that almost sounds like relief. Then his forehead wrinkles again. “Uh . . . they’re okay with you staying all night?”

“I don’t ask their permission.” I lay my hand on his chest and gently rub a circle. “I just tell them. Out of courtesy.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“I don’t want to be living with them, but I just graduated. I have student loans, and homes are so expensive here . . . even renting a little studio apartment is more than I can afford right now.”

He nods. “Yeah. I guess it’s good you have that option. Pay off your loans, save some money.”

“Right.” He gets it. Whew.

He rolls me onto my back, moving over me. “Bottom line, you’re mine all night. And I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy again. This time I want to feel you come on my mouth.”

I melt into the bed. “Ohhh.”

He parts my thighs with his rough hands, stroking the sensitive skin slowly up and down as he positions himself between them. His intent gaze on my pussy has my skin tingling everywhere.

He takes his time, massaging me, petting me, then finally bending his head to touch his mouth to me. My body is a mass of anticipation, quivery, needy for his touch. He licks leisurely along my outer lips, one side then the other, his hands reaching up to cup and squeeze my breasts. He takes his time exploring all around my pussy, sliding his tongue over my thighs, kissing my lower abdomen, then stroking over my flesh again. He kisses me, gently sucks me into his mouth and releases, his nose nudging me, then draws the flat of his tongue all over me again.

After long, excruciating, delicious moments, I’m writhing, heat pooling in my groin, my hips lifting off the bed. I set one foot on his shoulder.

“Beauty,” he murmurs, lifting his head and using his fingers to probe deeper into my hidden parts. “So sweet and pretty.”

A soft noise escapes my lips.

He pushes a finger deep inside me, then two fingers, crooking them, massaging my inner wall as he closes his lips over my clit. My body jolts like a live wire and I cry out.

He makes noises of enjoyment as he eats at me, pulling on my flesh, suckling and licking until I’m shaking, my abs clenching, my thighs trembling. Tension twists inside me, coiling and intensifying, drawing up and up, then bursting. I babble senselessly, fingers tugging at JP’s thick hair, my hips elevating off the bed, pushing my pussy to his mouth as I come in endless, glorious waves of pleasure.

“Gorgeous.” He gently licks me a few more times, slowly and almost reverently, then with another of those easy moves that demonstrate his strength, he flips me onto my belly. I gasp. I lift my head, but his warm hand presses on my middle back, then he lifts my hips. Shock reverberates through me as he once again presses his mouth to my pussy, this time from behind.

“Oh God.”

“Making you come turns me on,” he growls. “I’m so fucking hard now it hurts. Need to be inside that sweet, wet pussy.”

“Yes.” I close my eyes, my cheek pressed to the smooth sheet.

There’s a pause as he gloves up, then his hands are on my butt cheeks, fondling me in a way that’s both sweet and filthy. I know he’s looking at me, seeing my most intimate secret places. My skin burns, my insides still tender and pulsing, aching for him to fuck me.

And he does, slowly easing into me. A long, low groan reaches my ears, thrilling me. I arch my back to take him deeper and he slides all the way in, thick and heavy, pressing his groin against my ass, holding my hips.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he rasps. “Your pussy all around me . . . I just want to fuck . . . and fuck . . . and fuck.”

“Do it.” My fingers curl into the sheets. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I like it hard.”

I’ll probably be embarrassed about that later, but right now, I don’t care, I just want to feel him pounding into me. He moves carefully, as if holding back, and I push my ass back against him with each stroke. His hand rubs up and down my back, then tangles into my hair. The tug on my scalp is wickedly erotic and sweetly painful. Sensation skitters down my spine.

He pulls my hair as he thrusts, and I’m slamming against him, my body jolting. And there it is . . . another orgasm building. Really?

This time he does it for me, reaching around to find my clit, plucking it, then circling it with wet fingertips. I shudder and tense, another surge of sensation ripping through me just as he comes too, shouting out his pleasure.

He leans over me and fastens his mouth onto my shoulder in a love bite, his chest heaving against my back. I’m limp. Dazed. Ruined.

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