Page 56 of Character Flaws
Joey closes her eyes and tips her head to the side, shaking it slightly.
I trail my finger up the inside of her thigh, the silky texture reminding me of smooth stone in a riverbed.
I reach under her ass and tug her down, lifting myself up at the same time so I’m positioned over her, biting at her neck. Then I latch on to her earlobe and suck.
Her hips jut up so her warm wet center presses into my aching dick.
Her voice is a whisper. “I’m just wondering how I could have possibly thought…”
My cock twitches and slides through her folds, wanting so desperately to get inside. To feel her clenched around me.
She moans. And I ask, “You thought what?”
Joey lets out a small giggle. “I thought you were...”
Jerking my head back so I can look her in the eyes, I see she’s biting her lip in a guilty fashion.
“You thought I was what?”
I lift her up, cupping underneath her ass, and walk her into the bedroom, her arms reaching around my neck to keep from falling. When I reach the bed, I toss her down and grab a condom from the drawer.
She watches, silently, as I fumble with the packet, but then fit it over my dick. I stand poised over her, dropping my hands to either side of her head, my cock at her entrance. I nudge at her folds and she gasps.
“Tell me,” I command, sliding in just a bit, a deep sigh of relief coming out in the form of a growl.
Her hands land on my bare ass, squeezing me, as she smiles a slanty grin. “I thought you were Patrick’s boy toy when I first met you.”
And then I slam into her, showing her exactly whose boy toy I am. And it certainly isn’t Patrick’s.
