Page 80 of Barefoot Dreams
“You didn’t. I tried to lift you up.”
“Why?”
“To get to the bed.” Julie shifts on top of me slightly, rubbing against my face. “It’s too far,” she eventually concludes.
“I agree.” My voice is hoarse as I suck in a lungful of her scent that sends my rigid, leaking cock into a frenzy and I grip her thighs hard, digging my fingers into her soft flesh.
“Pull your panties off to the side, Julie,” I instruct her, watching as her mouth parts.
“Why?”
“Because I need to fuck you with my mouth right this second.”
She whimpers, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as her dainty fingers slide over the panties, pushing them, exposing that sweet pussy to my hungry eyes and watering mouth.
“Fuck, it’s so sexy. This tiny line of yours.” I bring my thumb over the carefully trimmed line of red, short hair, tracing over it.
“Griff,” she whimpers again, rocking her hips over me and I can’t see my girl in pain like that. She wants me to fuck her. So, I need to fuck her right this second.
I lift her up slightly and thrust her onto my waiting tongue, diving in as deep as I can and both of us let out a twin moan.
Fucking heaven. That’s what this is.
Julie rocks against my mouth, one of her hands taking a fistful of my hair as I fuck and lick and suck on her perfect pussy. Her other hand reaches over to her naked tits, and I nearly lose it when she pinches her nipple and a moan leaves her lips, her head thrown back in silent ecstasy.
My cock is twitching, cursing me out for not being in her yet but the sight of her coming apart above me is worth any pain, any torture.
Her moves grow frantic as she finally lets her full weight settle over my face and rides it hard, chasing her own orgasm but the second I bring my fingers to the bundle of her nerves, she detonates, crying out and flooding my mouth with her pleasure.
And that’s as much as I can take before flipping us around so I’m towering over her. As soon as I have Julie on her back, her messy, fiery hair spilling all over the floor, I part her thighs with my knee. “And now I want to fuck you with my cock.”
“I want that too,” she breathes out, and with a strangled groan I grind into her, feeling way too much clothes between us.
I look at the long row of black buttons on my shirt, frowning, it’ll take way too long to undo them. So, I slide my hands into the opening on top and pull it hard, sending all those buttons flying around.
“That was so hot,” Julie says from beneath me, and I smile.
“Yeah? Wanna see me do the same thing to my pants?”
She nods eagerly but when I go to rip my pants off, I end up falling on top of Julie again.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry, baby. I’m so, so, so, so sorry.” I cradle her face with my hands and start kissing it everywhere as my chest rubs against her hard nipples and she moans, tasting herself on my lips.
“Griffin! Your pants!”
“Oh, right.” I look down. “Damn pants.” I scramble off her and finally tug the denim off my legs, kicking my boxer briefs along the way as she slides her panties off and I’m too mesmerized by the sight of her swollen pussy and that tantalizing line of neatly trimmed red hair to notice her eyes on me.
“Am I that drunk or are you really that big?” Julie stares at my cock, her perfect little mouth parted, and I have half a mind not to crawl over her and stuff it with my cock.
Babies. Babies first and I’m a man of my word, am I not? Plus, I really want to feel her pussy. It’s a win-win, the way I see it.
Somewhere in the back of my mind there are bells ringing, like I’m doing something wrong. Something I’m not supposed to but the second she licks her lips and shifts on the floor, her thighs clenching, I turn off those bells.
“It’s that big, little J.”
“Will it hurt?”
