Page 45 of Playing With Forever

“Evan,” she moaned.

“You’re doing good, baby, just a little longer.”

I lifted my head off the pillow, captured her nipple between my lips, and sucked while my thumb went back to work playing.

“Evan, honey, too much.”

I gave her nipple the edge of my teeth, twisted my hand between her legs, and pinched and rolled her clit until her rocking, with only half my cock inside her tight, wet heat, was threatening to unman me.

“I’m gonna…” she trailed off on a long moan that sounded so fucking good I was done playing.

“Fuck me, Josie. Take all of me.”

Josie slammed down. My hands went to her hips to steady her, my head hit the pillow, and I watched Josie ride me with wild abandon.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous.”

“Evan,” she whimpered.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Let go of the headboard. Lean back and give me a show, baby.”

Josie sat upright, with her back arched, tits pushed forward and bouncing, she put on one hell of a sexy show while she rode my cock. Her rhythm faltered as her pussy clenched around my shaft, her sounds became needy and desperate right before her head tipped back at a sharp angle and she cried out my name.

Goddamn, fuck.

I didn’t let her climax wane, I couldn’t wait, mine was too close. I flipped her to her back, drove in, and set a punishing pace as I fucked her through her orgasm, only taking mine when I knew hers had left her.

I shoved my face in her neck, touched my tongue to her throat, and groaned my pleasure while I spilled inside her. My body jerked with each rope of come her tight cunt pulled from my cock.

“Christ,” I grunted when my never-ending orgasm finally stopped pulsing through me.

Josie wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms went over my shoulder, one hand went into my hair, and she used her nails on my scalp.

“That’s one way to stop me from drawing blood on your back,” she muttered, referencing the claw marks she'd left from our first night.

“I told you then, you clawing at my back while I was fucking you was hot. Not only did I like it, but I totally got off on it. What I didn’t tell you was, I looked at those marks in the mirror every day until they disappeared.”

“You did?” she sounded astonished.

I lifted my head so I could look at her, but more so she could see me and hopefully read me.

“I totally got off on you letting loose, going wild, losing control, and digging your nails into my back while taking my cock. And if memory serves, and I know it does, because not only do I have a great memory, but also our night together is burned into my brain, you gave me most of those marks while you were coming all over my dick, screaming my name.”

A blush started creeping up her neck. I shifted my weight to one elbow and used my free hand to trail my fingers over the top of her chest up to her throat.

“You know what’s sexy?” I asked while I watched my finger glide over the pink that was deepening.

“What is?”

“The way you still blush hearing me talk about you coming on my dick. But you don’t turn pink when I’m playing with your clit, and I’m making you wait to take my dick.”

Just as I knew it would, the pink hit her cheeks.

Yeah, that blush was sexy as fuck.

“And you don’t blush when you blow me like a champ,” I teased.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop her smile.