Page 16 of Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love 3)

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I want to wrap my fingers around it and wonder how I’m going to take it all inside me. I’m remembering how hard you fucked me years ago, so deep it hurt.

But I liked it.

I think about it all the time.

I make myself come when I fantasize about it. He

wasn’t typing back. I hoped his fingers were busy. Can you feel my hands on you?

Yes

Good. Now I want to straddle you and rub the tip of your cock against my pussy, so you can feel how wet I am.

oh fuck

I take my time, slide down onto you, inch by inch.

I take you all the way in, so deep I can barely breathe.

I move my hips over yours, slowly at first.

I lean over you, kiss you, taste myself on your lips.

You put your hands on my ass, force me to move faster, ride you harder.

jesus fuck

I smiled even wider. This was like directing my own porn movie. I only wished I could see him, his white shirt and black pants undone, his hand on his dick, his eyes dark with lust. God, I could come again just thinking about that.

But I was on a mission.

Now for the big finish.

I can feel you getting even harder and bigger, you’re hitting that perfect spot inside me, the one that makes my entire body clench up, my heart pound. I’m screaming your name as I come on your cock, and I bounce up and down even faster and harder, and it’s so tight and wet and hot and you dig your fingers into my ass and tell me you’re going to come. And then I feel you do it deep inside me and I don’t stop moving until I’ve taken every last drop and feel your body go still.

OK, that had to do it, right?

I waited for him to text me back. It took a minute, and then the messages came in slowly.

Fuck

That was

So hot

I laughed softly. It was.

Be right back

I assumed he went to clean up a little, and I was thirsty, so I pulled on my t-shirt and took a minute to wash my hands and grab a water from the fridge. A few seconds after I got back into bed, he messaged me.

Hey.