Rolling to the side, I lie on my back and turn to her, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her into me. Moving with fast cat-like movements, she climbs on top of me, straddling me while she grabs my cock with both of her hands. I have to hold my breath and close my eyes so that I don’t come right here and now. Somehow, I manage to resist.#p#分页标题#e#
“You can’t go,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips are slightly parted, an expression of anxiety on her face. I feel the fucking gears inside my head starting to turn as I try to decode her words.
“What?” I ask, having no idea about what’s she fucking talking about all of a sudden. I’m not going anywhere; you’d have to fucking drag me out of the bed for me to leave right now.
“Europe… Don’t go.”
“Why not…?” Europe, so that’s fucking it. Of course.
“Because if you go…” She raises her hips slightly, angling my cock so that my glans is rubbing against her pussy lips. “Then who’s going to take care of you like this?” She continues to rub my tip against her pussy, moving it up and down with slow teasing movements. I can feel desire fucking pulsing through me, my cock straining against the grip she has on it. “If you leave, then you won’t be able to be in me like this any longer.” As she speaks, she lowers herself over my cock, allowing one inch to slide inside of her.
She’s getting back to me, fucking teasing me just like I did before… But, in a sense, this isn’t teasing at all. Although her voice is honeyed and sensuous, her words couldn’t be any more fucking honest. If I leave, there’s no Jocelyn anymore… No more of her body, of her pussy and tits. No more mind bending orgasms, and no more of that tender warmness I feel inside my fucking chest whenever she looks at me...
I thrust upward, trying to ram my cock deep inside of her, but she resists.
“No,” she says, a commanding tone in her voice. She’s fucking torturing me and she knows it. “If you have to leave, maybe we should stop right now… It would only make it harder for you, to remember how it feels to have your cock in my tight pussy.”
She has a point in everything she’s saying, but it’s not like it’s going to make me stop now. I hook my fingers on her hips and pull her down as hard as I can, thrusting upward at the same time. My cock pushes past her folds, and straining against her inner walls, goes all the way in. Jocelyn throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she sighs heavily.
I reach for her breasts, squeezing them both as we start to rock our bodies against one another. She places her hands on top of mine, making me grab her harder; swaying her hips wildly, she then takes the lead and rides me as if this is the last time she’s going to be with a man. My cock nestled deep inside of her pussy, I close my eyes as I feel her body moving, my hands going down from her breasts to her ass. I slap her cheeks—once, twice—and then I squeeze them both as hard as I can, moving my hips upward and trying to match her movements.
It only takes a few seconds for the motion of our bodies to match, almost as if we were one. She leans into me then, locks of her hair brushing against my chest, and presses her lips against mine. We kiss as if our mouths were drawn to fit in one another, our tongues dancing in circles as I start to thrust harder.
“You’re not getting rid of me this easily,” I whisper into her ear, suddenly realizing that I can’t just pack up and leave to Europe. Not now… Not after Jocelyn. It’s dark, and all I can see is the vague outline of her figure, but I can feel her smile. A wide one. A happy one. She starts riding me harder, moaning louder as if she didn’t care any longer if my fucking father hears us. “I’m staying,” I say, this time out loud. I’m saying it to her as much as I’m saying it to myself. I’m actually staying, and I’ve decided this with my cock twelve fucking inches deep inside of her.
What else can I fucking do? Leave the States after meeting a fucking woman like Jocelyn? Sure, it doesn’t look like our situation is going to fucking improve much more, but still… I just can’t move on as if she didn’t exist. I can’t be that fucking stupid.#p#分页标题#e#
“You’re staying ...” she whispers, bucking her hips with such viciousness that I can’t help but groan. “Here...” she continues, getting the words out despite her hard breathing. “With me!”
With that, she explodes again, her pussy spasming and massaging my shaft as she digs her fingernails into my chest. Breathing heavily while her body convulses, she claws at my chest, her fingernails leaving red marks across my pectorals. I keep thrusting while she comes, feeling my own body close to the breaking point.