Page 69 of Only for Tonight
“I feel so full,” she states, moving up and down my cock, “each time.” My hands go to her ass as I squeeze it. I lean forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. “Yes,” she pants out, “you’re going to make me come.”
“Again.” I smirk, moving to the other nipple. “That’s it,” I encourage when she picks up her speed. “You need it, don’t you, baby?” She groans as she holds on to my shoulders to help lift her up and then falls back down on my cock. “What do you need?” I ask her, knowing exactly what she needs.
“I need—” she starts.
“You need me to fuck you hard?” I wrap my arms around her waist. “Pound into you like I’m going to split you in two?”
“Yes!”
“I need to take you to the bed,” I tell her, standing up with her on my cock. “You going to keep riding me until I get to the bed?”
“Yes,” she pants as I make it to the bedroom in no time.
I put one knee in the bed and then the other as she tries to move up and down but she can’t. “Jaxon.”
I place her back onto the bed and she loses my cock and then groans to let me know that isn’t what she wanted. “This pussy…” I move to suck her nipple into my mouth before licking back up to her lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her hand goes to my cock and brings it to her pussy. “Going to fuck you now, Ari,” I growl and she nods her head, as I put my hands on the bed beside her arms and slam into her. I pull back out and slam back in.
“Greedy for my cock,” I tease as she watches my cock pound into her. I pull out slowly before slamming back into her, her hands gripping the sheets as I fuck her as hard as I can. “Play with your clit, baby,” I instruct her, knowing that she comes harder when she does. She moves her hand to her clit, rubbing it side to side as I fuck her. “That’s my girl,” I praise, grabbing her hips as I fuck her over and over again, her panting filling the room. “You going to come on my cock, baby?”
“I’m there,” she announces and I can feel her pussy getting wetter and tighter; she moves her leg higher to get me even deeper. Her back arches as I feel wetness gushing out of her. “Jaxon!”
I don’t let up, I thrust my hips faster and faster until I pull my cock out of her and grip it in my hand, shooting my cum on her. My thumb goes to play with her clit while I watch rope after rope of my cum on her stomach.
“I thought you wanted to come inside me this time,” she says when I bend my head and kiss her lips.
“I figured I came on your back this afternoon, might as well do your stomach.” I get off the bed and hold out my hand for her. “Let’s take a shower.”
“No,” she rebuts, “I don’t think I can have any more sex.” We got here yesterday after stopping to get her a bathing suit, even though she didn’t wear it. But we still went by the pool, her in her shorts, which lasted about ten minutes before my face was buried in between her legs. Which led to me fucking her on the lounge chair. We then came inside where she took a shower and then we cooked side by side, ending up in bed at six thirty where we had the longest sex I’ve ever had. I think it went on for hours with the foreplay. We’d fuck, and right before I would come, I would stop to drag it out. I have never come so fucking hard and long in my life .
“You’re the one who jumped me the last time.” I slap her ass as she walks in front of me. “I was minding my business.”
“I went to get water, and when I came back, your shorts were off and you were stroking your cock.” She looks over her shoulder at me.
“You came into the room wearing those booty shorts, knowing I can’t say no to your ass.” I grab said ass.
“We have to get to bed, we leave early in the morning,” I tell her as she starts the shower.
“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon,” she retorts, getting in and touching the water. “Hey, can I”—she stops talking and shakes her head—“forget it, it’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” I reply, getting into the shower with her, my eyes going down to the little baby bump that’s getting bigger. Each time I see it, my heart feels like it gets bigger in my chest. “What were you going to say?”
“It’s nothing.” She avoids my eyes and I grab her hips to stop her from turning away from me.
“What were you going to say, Ariella?”
“Nothing, it’s just I was wondering…” she starts, as if she’s scared to say whatever it is she is thinking, “if it would be okay if I could change up a couple of things in your house.”
“Okay, one, it’s our house now,” I remind her, pulling her to me and wrapping her in a hug, “and two, you’re going to piss me off if you keep referring to it as my house.” I bend and kiss her lips. “If you want, I can sell the house and we can move into another one. Then you won’t think of it as just mine, and it’ll be ours.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I really like the house. I love the view and sometimes I even take my laptop out and work from the deck. I especially like the walks we take on the beach before the day starts or after dinner.”
“Okay, well, since we’ve established that it’s now also your house, you can do whatever it is you want to do with it. I don’t give a shit, Ariella, it’s just fucking stuff. What I care about is that you are there when I get home.”
“Well, I know your house is perfect and I just, I don’t know. I’d like to make it a bit more homey.” I stare at her. “Maybe add in a couple of throw blankets or pillows. Make it a little less ‘I’m a bachelor’ and a little more ‘I?—’”
“I have a woman and kid,” I fill in for her, laughing. “If you want, I could hang a banner outside that says I have a woman and a kid who is going to be living here with me.” Her glare tells me that she didn’t find that funny. “Baby, you know I didn’t pick one thing for that house besides the living room and my bed.”
“Who did it for you?”
