Page 37 of Won't Let Go
To come.
To let go.
To trust.
With a final kiss to my pussy, Josh sits up, and I peek at him. His shorts are soaked on the front.
“Did you?” I croak, staring at the spot.
Smiling shyly, he scratches the trail of hair that runs down the center of his stomach. “Uh. Yeah. When you came that second time, screaming my name, he followed you over.”
“That’s… sweet.” Sexy.
He shrugs. “It’s something. But I’m not surprised. I mean… you tasted better than I expected. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
Huffing a laugh, I nudge him with my foot. “No, it wasn’t.”
“Babe. Seriously. I’m gonna do that every day. Unless you tell me no.”
“You really want to do that every day?”
“Yeah. At least once a day. Maybe more. Fuck. Is it bad I wanna do it again already?” Josh pushes my legs apart and gets eye level with my sated pussy. Spreading my lips with his fingers, he blows over my clit, then gives her a kiss. “We’re gonna be best fuckin’ friends. You’re too fuckin’ adorable not to get attention every day,” he whispers there, nuzzling my clit before sliding lower and licking me… there.
“Josh,” I gasp, jolting up in bed.
His eyes meet mine over my mound. “I’m gonna taste her too, and when you’re ready for a finger, I’ll give you one, or two.”
“You wanna do that too?” I pant in awe.
“Fuck yes, I do. I would have tonight, but I didn’t wanna take it too far. But damn… you coming. That was… so fucking hot. You squeezing me in your pussy. Yeah. I’ll be dreaming about that.”
Not believing my ears, I wave him off. “Stop it. No, you won’t.”
“Can I put a finger in now? Just one. Just to see how you like it?”
“I… Um. Okay.”
Swirling a single digit around my soaked entrance, Josh slowly glides inside, and when he curls his finger to massage my G-spot, I gasp.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
“Y-yes,” I sputter. It’s amazing.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Do you want that?”
“Babe. You’re gorgeous. I wanna do all of it.”
“How can you say that?” Look at him. How could he…
“Because I love you.” Josh kisses the inside of my thigh, his earnest gaze meeting mine.
He can’t mean that.
“Josh.”
“No.” Shaking his head, Josh nips my leg, and when I jolt in surprise, he kisses the sting away. “Don’t give me that tone, babe. I love you. I wanna make you feel good. I wanna take care of you. I wanna eat your pussy every goddamn day. I want it all.”
