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“I’m fucking you wherever you touch down next. Tell me where you want that to be.” I don’t have enough patience to care if that’s on a counter, couch, floor, or bed. This place is small enough, by the looks of it, to crawl from one place to the next anyway.
She tries to answer, but her words get muffled by the rough kiss she gives me, dragging her nails over the back of my head. “I’m too heavy,” she whines. “Put me down.”
I absolutely will not put her down because she thinks she’s ‘heavy’. I lean her back against the nearest wall and shift her dress up over her hips. “No. Are these panties important to you?”
“Jake…”
“Tell me before I ruin them.” I don’t intend to put her down, so they’ve got to move out of my way. The lace will tear easily under my fingertips.
Brittany gulps and shakes her head. “No, they aren’t important.”
“Good.” I press my fingers through the fabric, creating holes at the sides before stretching and ripping them. “Brace yourself on my shoulders. I need my hands.”
She puts her hands on my shoulders and stares into my eyes as I wrap one hand around her bottom and the other reaches between us to pull her panties free. “You could put me down,” she whispers, and I kiss her to shut her up.
“You’re not too heavy for me,” I grumble when I pull back enough to see where my hand is moving. “Sorry for whatever weak-ass dudes you were with before, but I’m strong enough to hold you up.”
Brittany pushes at my shoulders when my thumb gets to her clit, then tries to claw her way through my shirt as she moans. “I… Jacob,” she whines. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
My lips move to her neck, tasting the rapid pace of her pulse and the fluttering of her throat when she gasps. “Those sounds are so fucking sexy, baby. I’d keep you like this all night if I didn’t want to be inside you so badly.”
She groans and wiggles her hips, encouraging me to move my fingers lower, to give her something that will fill her up. “Jacob, please.”
“I have to make sure you’re wet and ready first, beautiful. I don’t plan on taking it easy on you tonight.” The slickness of her pussy is calling to me, making my cock grow so hard in my jeans that it’s starting to become painful. I push one finger inside and rub my thumb over her clit.
“Don’t drop me,” she exhales, rocking her hips against my hand, seeking out her own orgasm.
“If you call me weak again, I won’t let you come all night.” That’s entirely untrue, but I’m hopeful the threat might work since she doesn’t know any better. All I want is to make her come for the rest of the night, but I can’t reinforce her negative thoughts.
“I’m heavy,” she complains.
“I’m strong enough to hold your weight. Stop whining and give it to me.”
She huffs quietly, but relaxes just enough to let me feel more of her weight. I reward her with a slight pressure on her g-spot, coaxing her to squirm down toward my hand for more. “Jacob, please,” she whispers. “I won’t say anything else.”
“You want to come, beautiful? If you want me to make you come, you have to do just one simple thing for me. Can you do it?”
She nods her head so furiously she almost smacks her forehead against mine. “Yes. Yes! What do you want?”
“You have to tell me how sexy you are.” I’ll make her earn her orgasms with positive self-esteem. It may not do much in the long run, but maybe when she plays this night over in her head and remembers what we said, she’ll remember to love herself.
Her body is perfect. She may be a few sizes bigger than the average supermodel, but I’m not attracted to supermodels. There are plenty of guys that love thinner girls, but Brittany’s shape is just my type. I like a soft tummy to put my hands on and thick, jiggly thighs wrapped around my head.
I prefer wider hips over narrow ones. Maybe it’s an evolutionary thing, or maybe it’s just a me thing, but I like the body of this woman. “Tell me, Brittany. Tell me how sexy you feel being held up and touched by me. You were my first date, and I stayed just for you, when all I had to go on was the curves of your body. You intrigued me. Does that make you feel special?”
She groans, wiggling where she’s trapped between the wall and me, trying to take the climax I’m promising without putting in the work. She writhes and whines, fighting against me, then finally she says, “Yes. I feel special.”
“Do you know how sexy you are?”
