Page 32 of The One He Desires

“Let me have it. Give me this good shit.” I tap her pussy twice, and more juices spill from her like a tsunami as she screams loud enough to wake up Sweet Face.

I quickly cover her mouth to muffle the sound because we’re not stopping until my dick has experienced the same pleasure. My dick is as hard as college-level algebra which causes me to only give Journee a couple of seconds to catch her breath. Once I’m in position and hovering over her body, I lean down and kiss her passionately as I sink into her wet and warm pussy. A strangled moan escapes my mouth from the tight and snug fit. Biting my bottom lip, I get lost in the gushy wetness of her pussy as I slowly move in and out of her.

“Sincere, shit,” Journee says.

My words are lodged in my throat as I stare into her eyes, unable to focus on anything other than how good her walls feel. Short spurts of air escape from Journee’s mouth, which aid my breathing. I mentally coach myself with each stroke as I peck her lips twice, desperate to stay in the moment.

In, out. In, out.

My internal direction is reminiscent of someone trying to aid in a woman’s labor and delivery while they focus on their breathing. But with every word, my hips complete the action.

“Damn, baby.”

“I know, Sin. I know.” Journee runs her hands up and down my back, which makes my body heat increase.

Seconds become minutes as our bodies move in tandem in a mating ritual produced by our joint pleasure. I keep pushing in and out of Journee’s wet tunnel until she speaks again.

“Ooh, baby.” Journee cries as her pussy and walls grip my dick, alerting me to her impending release.

“I feel that shit. Let me have it. You’re taking your dick so good, Journee. That’s right, give it to me.”

Journee’s walls choke my dick, and my toes tingle at the tightness of her squeezing her pelvic muscles.

“Mm. Cum on this dick, Journee, and quit stalling. Wet me up.”

“Ahhh!” Journee screams as her body convulses, and my nut rushes out of my dick at the feel of her cum.

“Fucckkk!”

I haphazardly drop onto Journee’s body seconds before I realize the impact of my weight and roll over to the other side. The vein in my neck pulses wildly as I struggle to catch my breath. I turn toward Journee to see the heavy rise and fall of her chest, which lets me know that I’m not alone in my effort to come down from our session.

“I hope you’re not done, because I’m going to need at least two more orgasms.”

A low, breathy chuckle escapes my mouth as I awkwardly nod in agreement when Journee’s eyes collide with mine. As soon as I’m able to catch my breath, her wish is definitely my command.

Waking up in bed with Journee has me grateful and happy as hell. My tongue has the lingering taste of her nectar as her heavenly scent wafts up to my nose. I have been lying next to her for the last thirty minutes, trying to let her rest, but man, this is hard. I have been able to get my morning piss out of the way without waking her, but now I’m struggling. The light snores from her lips let me know she’s getting some of the best sleep in the world.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to think about anything to make my dick go down, but nothing is working. One thing I have found is that Journee enjoys sleeping under me, and while I’m cool with it, it’s not helping me in my pursuit of letting her rest. Feeling Journee stir, my mouth curves into an unconscious smile as my eyes peer down to see hers slowly open.

“Good morning,” she says.

“It is now.”

Journee smiles but doesn’t answer, and I’m almost positive she’s unaware of the captivating picture she makes whenever she looks at me like I’m capable of hanging the moon. Staring at her, I note every feature of her beauty as seconds pass between us. The adjustment of the sheets causes my eyes to leave her face as her breasts play peek-a-boo underneath, and my dick throbs to the point of pain.

“I’m trying hard to let you make it this morning, but you aren’t helping.”

“How about you stop trying then?” Her seductive tone makes me feel like she’s challenging me, and I have never been one to run from a good opportunity.

Turning to lie flat on my back, I tap her thigh while giving her a command I’m hoping she’ll follow to the T.

“Come ride this dick then.”

Lifting the sheets, Journee straddles my lap as she eases her hot pussy on my dick, and a groan escapes from the contact.

“Damn.”

“Ooh,” she says while stilling over me without moving as she adjusts to my size in her warm, tight walls.