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I'm not sure where to put my hands, so I place them on the cushion between our knees and use that for leverage.
“Gods, Justin.”
I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes tight, trying to concentrate on the sensation of total control I have in this position. I lean forward on my hands until only the head of his cock is inside me, then fall back until I'm seated fully in his lap, and he's as deep as he can go.
My eyes roll back in my head as his cock presses up against my prostate.
I've never fucked like this before. Not with him. Not with anyone. I wouldn't exactly call my sex life before JJ imaginative.
Since JJ, it's all I can do to keep up.
"Fuck," I hiss, no longer able to keep it all contained inside.
"Yeah, baby," Justin encourages. He fists the meat of my ass in his hands and uses it to guide me up and down his cock. "Just like that. Look at yourself."
I can't. Fuck, I can't. I feel ridiculous. I feel obscene. I feel—
Justin runs his hands up my chest and takes my chin between his finger and thumb.
"Look at us. Look at how beautiful you are right now."
I do, and the image we present is startling.
I take up the majority of the mirror. Justin must have moved it when I was recovering from my first orgasm. He looks so small behind me when I know his personality can take up the entire room. He meets my eye over my shoulder, licking his lips in the reflection before he drops his gaze to watch his dick plunge in and out of my ass.
It steals my breath away.
He looks like he could eat me alive. His biceps flex with every lift of my butt, and his stomach muscles ripple with every drop of my hips.
His skin is flushed pink all over, and it’s such a good look on him. It's still so overwhelming when his full attention is zeroed in on making me squirm, as he so blatantly puts it. Now he's forcing me to see him work me over and not simply bask in the pleasure of his attention.
Justin looks fucking wrecked. I look fucking desperate.
I am desperate. Ants are crawling all over my skin, frantic to experience the consumption of two becoming one.
I wish Julia could paint us just like this, so I could pull it out and look at it every time the voice that sounds like my father breaks free from its cage and whispers lies in my ears that I'm not worthy of this type of love.
I made Justin look like a frenzied puppy. I did.
I need—
I lean back until I'm draped across Justin’s chest, slipping my arm behind his head. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around me and hold me tight, flattening his palm against my abdomen.
My thighs are starting to burn from pushing myself up and down his cock. Maybe Justin can feel the tension in my legs, or maybe he reads my mind, as he often does.. But he takes my right leg and lifts it up and over his knee, placing my foot on the cushion.
Not only does it take the strain off my thighs, but it opens me up wide for him and—I gasp when he snaps his hips and I have the perfect view of his thick and throbbing cock disappearing inside my hole.
"Shit, J!"
Justin clings to me, pressing me tight to his chest and running his hands up and down my front and sides. He brings his lips to my abdomen and kisses over my ribs. I writhe in his arms as he sucks a mark into my chest.
I watch in the mirror while Justin’s hips surge over and over again, burying Justin’s cock in my ass. My toes curl, and my limbs begin to tingle. His cock is glistening. His veins are swollen and fat. The c-ring makes everything more explicit. Obscene. Feral, almost.
I slide my hand down to hold my balls out of the way to get a better view of his dick sliding in and out of me. I place my fingers on his length and feel when the head catches on my rim.
I try to stroke myself, but Justin rips my hand away so instead, I watch the pornographic way my cock bounces between my legs with every thrust and slam of Justin underneath me.
"Fuck, Justin. I need it."
