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Smiling, she stands in front of me and pulls down her thong, dropping it to the floor and exposing her naked body completely to me. It takes everything in me not to tackle her to the floor and fuck her right there on the spot. She leans forward, her breasts swaying with her movements and pulls on the waistband of my shorts. Knowing exactly where she wants them, I help her remove them, exposing my sprung cock. Lucky for me, I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Turning in place, she sits down on my lap so her back is to my chest. Her hand wanders between our legs where she grips my cock, lifts up, and then inserts me inside her tight, wet pussy.
“Fuuuuck,” I breathe out.
She grips the back of my neck from behind her as an anchor and starts to work her hips up and down on my length. Needing to watch the way her form works against mine, I move my head forward so I’m looking over her shoulder directly at her rocking body.
Moving my hands from her hips, I gradually glide them up her stomach. I love how her breathing picks up with every inch north. I grip her breasts, rolling her nipple rings in between my fingers. I kiss her shoulder, needing more contact with her, wishing her lips were on mine, our tongues tangled together.
“Yes,” she hums, grinding her hips faster against mine. “Harder, Reese. Pinch my nipples harder.”
Happy to do what my girl needs, I squeeze the nubs harder, tearing a crazed moan out of her. The grip on the back of my neck becomes tighter, and her head turns to the side just enough that my lips find hers.
She’s riding me, like a fucking champ, her tongue is diving into my mouth frantically searching for release. My hands continue to assault her nipples, the feel of them driving me harder and closer to orgasm. The slap of our bodies echo in the room, and I can’t think of anything more erotic than Paisley’s body thrusting against mine, bringing us both to the point of pleasure.
“Oh God,” she moans into my mouth. Her hips begin to move even faster.
Her lips take a break as her breathing becomes more labored. Her core tightens around me, gripping me like a motherfucking vise, squeezing me to the point that my balls draw in. My entire body turns numb, and there is only one source of feeling in my body: where I’m connected to Paisley.
Leaning forward, she places her hands on the armrests and rocks harder on my cock, screaming my name. “Reese, yes, God, yes.”
My hands hold on to her hips, guiding them along, and I feel the moment when she loses all control. Her head falls back—her hair tickling my stomach—and she calls out to whoever wants to fucking listen that she’s coming.
Her pussy clenches me, skyrocketing me into another world where all I can do is feel. A pure, guttural groan pops out of me as I come inside her, pump after pump until I ride every last drop out of me.
Leaning back in the chair, I bring my hand to my head in disbelief and satisfaction. How is it this fucking good with someone I’m still trying to get to know? How can I feel so fucking obsessed with another human that all I want to do is spend every waking hour inside her?
Turning on my lap, she smiles down at me and kisses my lips softly, gently cupping my face. “I love your dick.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Well, I sure as hell hope so.”
Wanting to spend some quiet time with her before I spread her legs again and fuck her senseless, me being in charge this time, I pick her up and take her to the bed where we lie down and face each other. Still naked, we stare into each other’s eyes, our hands clasped up by our pillows.
“Are you excited about tomorrow?” she asks, running her fingers along the stubble of my jaw.
“I am. I’m ready. I had a good swim when I got here so I feel blasted and ready to go.”
Studying my beard, she says, “Is this all going to be shaved tomorrow?”
“Yup, right before the meet. Why, are you going to miss it?”
“I am,” she answers honestly. “It’s really sexy on you.” A shy smile pops up on her face. “Want to know something embarrassing?”
Scooting closer and placing my hand on her waist, I say, “You take pictures of my cock while I sleep, and you’ve started a scrapbook. No need to be embarrassed, baby. All you have to do is ask, you’re more than welcome to take pictures of my penis.”
“Never mind.” She rolls her eyes and tries to turn away, but I stop her and pepper her face with kisses.
“Tell me what’s embarrassing.”
She bites the corner of her mouth and looks up at me through her eyelashes. The fucking minx is killing me. I can feel myself becoming hard again. “I might have done some Internet stalking of you last night.”
“Is that right?” I ask, perking up. “What did you find?”
“A lot of half-naked pictures of you.”
“Yeah? Any tickle your fancy? Give yourself a little diddle?”
“Ew.” She slaps my chest. “No!”
