Page 41 of Good Time Boyfriend
“We just need to get you ready for my cock.”
Her eyes widened and she undid her own bra. I reached up and cupped her breasts, her sweet light pink nipples pebbling underneath my palm. She was so fucking beautiful. It was hard for me to think.
I continued to work her, soft and slow, kissing up and down her body, my hand between her legs.
When she finally came again, clenching around my finger, I let her come down slowly.
“We can stop here,” I whispered against her lips. “We don’t have to go further than this.”
She tugged on my hair and glared at me.
“I want this, Heath. As long as you do, I want this.”
I pressed my forehead against hers, my breath choppy. “Damn straight. I want you, Devney. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”
She blinked and a few tears escaped. I kissed them away before taking her lips again. I slid my fingers along her entrance, before finally sitting up to undo my pants. I shucked them off, and her eyes widened at the sight of my dick.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I palmed myself, running my hand over the shaft and sliding my thumb along the tip. I was already way too close. I needed to breathe. Or this would go far quicker than she wanted.
“Okay,” she said quickly. “I mean, I’ve watched porn, I know what penises look like. But I really wasn’t expecting this.”
I laughed, my shoulders shaking.
“You are seriously the perfect woman.”
“You say the sweetest things. Now, please, may I touch your dick?” she asked.
I shook my head as I reached for her.
“You touch me, I’m going to come right away. And I want to make you feel good.”
“You’ve already made me feel good. Twice.”
“True, but it’s still your turn.”
“There’re condoms in my side table. Just in case.”
I smiled and kissed her softly. “I have some in my backpack. Just in case. I’ll always keep you safe, Devney. I promise.”
“Good. I trust you,” she whispered, and I took her lips again before reaching for a condom. I slid it over my length and then settled between her thighs.
She tensed, her mouth parting, and I kept kissing her, bringing her closer to the edge again with my fingers and my mouth. And when she was wet, shaking, and ready, I slid between her legs again.
“Are you ready?” I asked, as I tangled my fingers with hers. She nodded, and I took her mouth before I slid inside as gently as I could. She groaned against me, but not from pain. Grateful, needy, and on edge, I worked my way into her until I was buried balls-deep, to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and we both shook, the connection far too much.
I tried to be gentle, tried to take my time, but she smiled and moved with me thrust for thrust.
I moved at whatever rhythm she set. We panted and we groaned, and when she finally came, her mouth letting a sweet sigh escape, I followed her, taking her lips with my own, and rolling to the side so I didn’t crush her when I collapsed.
My forehead pressed against hers, I held her close as she came down again, and smiled.
But inside, I screamed.
I was only supposed to be the good time. But I wanted more. More of this, more ofher. I already knew I wanted more of her smiles.
I had no idea what she wanted.
I’d moved here to find myself again, to find my family. To find something more.
