Page 46 of Won't Let Go
“Babe, I feel like shit. The only cure is your pussy.” He nips my shoulder, and I shiver as my needy lady part clenches at the prospect of having his undivided attention.
Not giving in to temptation, I bump my ass back into his thighs. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious.” To prove said point, the man spins me around, plucks the spatula from my hand, tosses it on the counter, and lifts me. Up I go, off the ground, and I squeak because… duh… I’m not on the floor anymore. Josh’s laughs are carefree and diabolical as he settles me on the chilly counter before turning off the stove. Then he’s on me, ripping my shorts down my legs and diving in. Everything happens so fast, I can barely keep up.
His hot mouth latches onto my clit, and I moan. It’s loud and shocking, and damn, he feels good.
Emboldened by his desire for me, I grip Josh’s messy bed hair and force him against my center, where he groans like he can’t get enough. I squeeze my thighs around his head, and he shudders, digging his fingers into the meat of my thighs as he feasts.
WHITE BOY
Best. Breakfast. Ever.
Bending over the counter, with Jade’s legs over my shoulders, I eat and eat and eat. Her breathy moans, mixed with shitty pop music, create the perfect symphony. I woke up hard this morning, in bed, alone, and I didn’t fucking like it. This is much better.
On a breathy, dick-bucking gasp, she slaps the counter, and I smile against her folds before sucking that delicious little bundle of nerves between my lips. To take it a little step further, I slip a single finger into her pussy. Jade’s violent tremble in response is the green light I need to keep going. So, I do. I worship my woman until her moans turn choked and needy. Every time she pulls my hair, my cock drips precum, soaking the front of my boxers.
“You’re… you’re… Josh. I…” On a keening cry, Jade damn near pulls my hair out from the roots as her body bows off the counter.
Curving my finger inside my woman, I massage that spot and continue to give her clit the love it deserves.
It’s no surprise when she shatters, I follow her over. Fucking the air, my eyes roll into the back of my skull, and I forget to breathe as cum paints the inside of my boxers. My woman is right there with me, writhing as I wring her dry. When she melts onto the counter, I give her sweet pussy a final kiss before standing. Her lids are heavy, lips red, hair splayed around her as she catches her breath, tits jiggling under her tank top.
Jade stretches out and pokes a black polished toe into my abs—a smile tips at the side of her mouth. “Good morning,” she purrs.
Licking my lips, I taste her there as I grab her foot and rub it. “Morning, sweetness.”
She groans at my ministrations. “I think you’ve ruined me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Hmmm. Yeah. So good.” Jade tugs the edge of her tank top down to cover her belly, and on her finger is…
I steal her hand. “Where did you get this?”
“You gave it to me.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
“Fuck.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You don’t remember?” she asks with an edge of humor in her voice.
“No.”
Her lip twitches. “Ah. So, then you probably don’t remember telling me you’re a virgin, either.”
I palm my face. “Fuckin’ hell. No. I don’t.” Drunk me needs to learn to keep his goddamn mouth shut.
“Is it true?”
“Which part?”
“Josh.” She pokes me in the stomach with her toe again.
“Fine,” I growl, admitting it, even if I don’t want to. “Yeah. It’s true.”
