Page 89 of Only for Tonight
“I took a shower when you left,” I tell him and his hand pushes the robe over my shoulders and it falls to my feet.
“I love you,” he murmurs softly, kissing my jaw before he gets down on his knees in front of me. “Hi,” he says to my stomach, “I know it’s been a while since you heard my voice.” I look down at him talking to my stomach. My hips are in his hands as he rubs his nose across the little bump before kissing it. “I promise you things are going to be okay,” he assures me, looking up at me. My hand goes into his hair to the back of his head.
“You promise me?” I look down at him holding up my hand sticking out my pinky.
He chuckles and puts out his own pinky, wrapping it with mine, as he nods. “No doubt about it,” he vows. “Absolutely”—I glare at him—“nothing else, just absolutely.” He smiles at me. “I missed you so much.” He lets go of my pinky to wrap his arms around my waist. “It’s been torture.”
“Well, you did it to yourself,” I scold him as he looks up at me. “This could have all been avoided.” He moves his head a little, the kiss going lower on my stomach. “All you had to do was—” I stop talking when he stands up and wraps one hand around my waist and the other grabbing my ass. “Was talk to me.” My own arms wrap around his neck as he bends to kiss me.
His tongue slides into my mouth. “I have to taste you,” he says between kisses, his hand moving from my ass to my hips and then up to cup my tits.
“Then taste me,” I invite breathlessly as he bends to take one nipple in his mouth and then moves to the other.
“Haven’t fucked you in over a week.”
“Nine days,” I specify, moving my hands under his shirt, “but it’s not like I’m counting.”
“Bed or couch?” he asks me and I look over at the couch.
“Which one can you do me the hardest on?” I ask him and he buries his face in my neck and pulls me up off my feet.
“I fuck you better when you’re spread wide for me,” he answers, walking up the steps, “so bed it is.”
“So the bed it is, I guess,” I moan out as he places me in the middle of the bed and rips off his T-shirt.
“I hope you didn’t have any plans for the day”—he tosses the T-shirt to the side—“because I’ve got some holes to fill.” I get up on my elbows, watching him take off his shorts. “The only question is, which hole do I fill first?” I don’t have a chance to answer him because he gets on the bed and my mouth falls on his cock at the same time his fingers slide into me.
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“Baby,” I mumble as I watch her swallow my cock, her fist moving up and down with it. “Get up here,” I instruct her and she just shakes her head side to side. “You get up here, or I am going to take over and then you’ll be pissed.”
“You haven’t let me do anything,” she pouts, moving up. I grab her arm as she straddles me, reaching between us to position my cock before she slides down on me. Her soaked pussy is already leaking down my balls as she moves her hips and comes to kiss me. My hand kneads her ass as she moves up and down on me. “I feel so…” She leans back. “So—” She comes on my cock. “Full.” I let her ride out her orgasm before I pull her up and off my cock, throwing her on her back.
“Spread your legs for me. I’m going to eat that pussy, then I’m going to fuck it until you beg me to stop.” My mouth lands down on her pussy as I suck her clit and then bite down on it. Her hips buck. “So ripe,” I tell her as I slide two fingers inside of her, and she opens her legs even more. “Fuck, this pussy.” I flick her clit as my fingers fuck her. “Sucks me in every single time,” I state, curling my fingers up and she comes with two strokes.
“Jaxon,” she hisses my name. “I’m going to come again,” she says like I don’t know, like she didn’t come a couple of minutes ago. “Need your cock this time.”
“You’ll get it after you come on my fingers,” I tell her, feeling the tightness around my fingers. “Tastes like heaven.” I lap her juices. “After I make you come with my fingers”—her legs close around my ears—“I want you face down and your ass up.” She groans as she moans out her release, and I flip her over to her stomach. She lies there like a limp noodle. “Time for me to come.” I pick up her hips and ram into her. “Play with your clit, baby,” I instruct her and she extends one hand in front of her as she holds the sheet in her fisted hand, while she moves the other one between us.
“You’re so deep like this.” She arches her back. “I don’t think I can take much more.”
“Yes, you can,” I grit between clenched teeth as I slam into her over and over again. Her pussy is so wet that it drips down my balls. “You’ll take my cock any way I want to give it to you.”
“Yes! Just”—she looks over her shoulder—“like that.”
I slam to the root of me, my balls slapping her clit as we both come. “Your pussy is sucking the cum right out of me. Taking it all.”
“Yes,” she pants, “I want it all. Everything you have to give to me, I’ll take it.” She collapses on her stomach. “But that’s it for a while.”
I slap her ass before I pull out of her and her pussy tightens once before letting me go. “I’m going to wait for you here,” she tells me as she grabs a pillow.
I laugh at her as I walk back to the bathroom. “I was trying to nap.” I look over my shoulder at her. “You were the one who started playing with my dick.”
“Okay, well, now I think we both nap. You need to put boxers on or something.”
“We tried that the second time!” I shout and turn on the water. We’ve spent the day making up for lost time. Each time we were done with a round, we would go to our separate corners, but then one touch from the other person and it would be on. We went downstairs and I ended up eating some of the frosting from her cakes right from her pussy before I bent her over and fucked her. Then we went to take a shower, each of us watching the other wash themselves. That ended with me fucking the shit out of her mouth and then having her riding the shit out of my cock, reverse cowgirl. Just thinking about it, my cock stirs. “Baby, you need a rag.”
