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“Never is a pretty long time, Jo.” He’s grunting out the words, and I know I’ve got him where I want him. He wants this. He wants me.
Now the question is what I do with this since that frenzy of need is pulsing through me.
I’m not strong enough to take us both to the edge without allowing us both to tip over it.
He pulls my hand out of his boxer briefs and guides it up until it’s over my head, and he holds it there as he moves in so his dick is up against my pussy again. He thrusts a few times before he moves his thumb down to press it against my clit, rubbing back and forth through my panties and teasing me while the ache inside me continues to grow.
He stops. “Beg me.”
“Not a chance,” I snarl.
He pulls up off me, and before I know what’s happening, he yanks at my panties, and they tear right from my body.
Not once in my entire life has a man actually ripped the panties from my body, and it is most definitely the single hottest moment of my life.
He wastes no time. His mouth lands on my pussy before my brain registers what’s happening. His hands push on my thighs to give himself more room, and his tongue explores the flesh of my pussy. He dips it into my entrance before moving it up to flick against my clit, and my entire body quivers at each flick of his tongue.
He’s got me right where he wants me, and he knows it. The bastard.
He adds a finger into my entrance as he sucks on my clit, and I feel the hot heat of an orgasm building.
I’m close. So damn close.
He adds another finger and pumps the two in and out of me, his tongue doing something magical on my clit like I’ve never felt before.
I’m right there at the edge.
I need this release like I need to breathe.
I let out some sound between a moan and a cry as I feel the edges start to creep in on me, and that’s when it all stops.
His fingers. His mouth.
It all stops.
“What the fuck?” I practically scream at him.
He sits up and smirks again as he narrows his eyes. “Beg for it.”
“I fucking hate you.” I reach down to finish the job myself, drunk with need, but he bats my hand away.
“That’s my orgasm,” he says casually. “You don’t get to have it without me.”
“Fuck you,” I practically spit at him.
“I will when you beg me for it.” He smiles down at me as he traces a finger around my breast, avoiding brushing my nipples in the process.
“No!” I practically scream at him, but the truth is I can’t take it anymore.
I need this release. He knows it, too.
I surge forward with all my might, knocking him back onto his ass on the bed, and I take the moment of surprise to shove forward so I’m straddling his waist. He shoves his cock up toward me, and I need to get him out of those boxer briefs.
Instead, I reach between us and pull his cock out. I tug at it a few times, and then I line up my entrance with it and sit down on top him until I feel him sliding into me.
It’s glorious. A sense of relief filters through me that soon the ache will subside, but this feeling right here, right now, of him being back inside is a strange sense of belonging, like I’m home again where I’m meant to be after far too long away.
It can’t just be tonight. It can’t be.
