Page 56 of Just Say Yes

There’d be a time and place for making her scream my name as my cock drove into her. The urge to help her give in to the relief of an orgasm rippled through me.

Every nerve in my body was screaming to take her, to bury myself inside her heat and lose myself. But I held back, the ache of wanting her dulled by the need to prove she deserved more than just being fucked.

She deserved to be worshipped.

I feasted on her, and my thumb circled her clit, adding pressure as her thighs squeezed the sides of my face. Her hand tugged at my hair as she cried out my name.

“Yes,” she sobbed as her pussy fluttered around my tongue. As promised, I lapped up every bit of her, enjoying every second of her orgasm.

Her body trembled beneath my hands, and I slowed my movements, giving her space to process every touch. I wasn’t just watching her—I was learning her, listening to every unspoken cue.

I glanced up, appreciating the view as she lay on her back, panting.

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her skin flushed and glistening in the low light. She looked like a goddess—powerful and utterly unguarded. And I couldn’t believe she was there with me, trusting me to give her this.

Her head lifted as I licked her taste from my mustache.

Her attention dropped to my mouth as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

I smirked. “Do you want to taste yourself?”

Her eyes flew to mine as I stood. She scooted back on the bed, and I prowled over her.

MJ looked at my mouth again and nodded. I slowly lowered my mouth to hers, letting her experience how good she tasted.

We both moaned and I deepened the kiss, pressing my body into her. “You like how you taste?”

MJ smiled, a hint of embarrassment playing at the edges. “I like how I taste on you.”

God, she was perfect—playful and sexy as hell.

It hit me like a punch to the gut that I wanted to be the only one who ever got to see her like this.

She tasted better than anything I could imagine. She was fucking perfect.

Satisfied, I rolled off her and exhaled. My cock pressed against the denim of my pants. Beside me, MJ propped herself up on her elbow. Her cardigan had disappeared, but her tits were still pushed up by that tiny little purple bra.

Her hand moved over my shirt and down to where my dick throbbed. The hesitation in her eyes was gone, replaced by something bold and sure. She was taking what she wanted, and I’d never been more willing to give someone everything they asked for.

When she moved to unbutton my pants, I gently caught her wrist. “It’s okay,” I assured her. “We don’t have to.”

She sucked in her bottom lip, and her eyes flicked to mine before lowering again. She was embarrassed, but I didn’t entirely understand why.

Finally, she let go of the breath she was holding. “I still want to take things slowly—slow-ish, at least.” She smiled as she undid the button and lowered my zipper. “But I do want this.”

Her hand gripped me through my boxer briefs, and I sucked in a breath. “You can take from me whatever you want.”

My cock. My heart. Fuck, I would have given MJ anything she asked for in that moment.

I watched her confidence build as the blush in her cheeks gave way to a sly smile. MJ slithered down until her face was beside my hips. Her bare ass was high and round in the air as she lowered my jeans and boxer briefs to free me.

I gripped the back of my collar and discarded my shirt in one pull, and she tossed my pants beside the bed.

“Holy shit,” she breathed as she looked at my naked body. “You are unreal.”

I flexed my abs, giving her the show she wanted, as pride stretched against my ribs. She grinned and gripped my length.

Her eyes whipped to mine. “I like when you talk me through it. Tell me what you like.”

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