“Not even close,” I growl.
“Then we’ll stay here all fuckin’ day.”
“Get off me, you—”
“Do I need to kiss you again?” he asks, cutting me off.
“Fuck you.”
“I can do that,” he says, lazily making circles with his finger on my cheek. “All it would take is a quick jerk of my jeans, and then my cock would be sinking deep inside you. And trust me, sweetheart, I fuckin’ want it there.”
“You’re a pig.”
He leans down, bringing his lips so close to my ear. I shiver. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You would have loved to know I stroked over my cock last night, thinkin’ of your sweet pussy. And baby, when I came, it felt so fuckin’ good.”
Oh God, why does he have to arouse me so? The very idea of his big, thick hands stroking over his cock, his abs clenching, his muscles pulling, has everything inside me coming to life.
“G-g-get used to your hand. It’s all you’ll get.”
“We’ll see about that.”
His lips brush over my ear and I helplessly whimper.
“I think you’d like me to fuck you right now.”
“You’re wrong about that,” I groan as he rocks his hips, pressing his jean-clad cock against my exposed pussy.
“Think I can make you come like this?”
“Don’t even try it.”
God, I sound so breathy. Like I’m not even trying to fight him off. He rocks his hips again, pressing against my core, causing my clit to jerk to life. I wish I could protest, but I can’t fight the bolts of pleasure shooting through my body. He tucks his arm under my head and brings my lips up to his, gently brushing over them.
“I think I can make you come. I think I can make these pretty lips part for me.”
I keep my lips pressed together, even though his are softly resting against mine. He keeps rocking his hips, the friction of his jeans causing enough pressure for my clit to begin that dull ache that I know will lead to extremely explosive things. He rubs his lips over mine.
“Come on, baby, open up. Let me kiss you.”
I shake my head, keeping my lips pressed together. He keeps stroking his hips against mine, and the friction suddenly becomes too much. I squirm, trying to escape him. He’s surrounding me, his warm body is crushed against mine, and his cock is taking me to the edge without even touching me.
“Yes, come,” he growls.
I throw my head back, and I do just that. I can’t stop it, I’m not even sure I want to. I push my chest up into his, my nipples grazing across his taut chest as my orgasm rocks me. I cry out his name, pulsing shamelessly as each burst of pleasure shoots through my body. The moment my lips part, he presses his tongue inside, giving me a mind-blowing kiss.
I give it all back. I kiss him so hard, so deep that our tongues become one as they dance together. His lips feel like heaven, and his stubble is scratchy against my cheek. I don’t care, not even a little bit. I kiss him until it hurts. By the time he wrenches his mouth from mine, we’re both panting.
“My cock fuckin’ hurts for you right now,” he breathes.
My body is alight, and my hand starts moving before my brain kicks in. His eyes widen as I reach into his jeans, curling my fingers around his throbbing length. It’s long and thick, but not too thick that it would be considered painful. It’s perfect. I rub my thumb over the piercing and he growls.
Mmmmm, I like the feeling of his cock in my hand.
I squeeze him, and then begin to gently stroke. His cock swells in my palm and his entire body goes tight.
“Fuck, you’re goin’ to de-man me in my own fuckin’ pants.”
I shift and reach down, shoving his jeans down. “No. I’m going to de-man you on my skin.”
“Mother. Fucker.”
I move with long but firm strokes. He winds up tighter and tighter with every pull. My entire body is aware of him; it’s taking everything I have not to moan his name and beg for him to end this inside me. I pick up the pace, jerking him harder and faster until he’s grinding out my name through clenched teeth.
“Coming, fuck,” he barks out.
His cock swells, and then he releases with a ragged growl. Hot spurts of come land on my belly, and I gasp with delight. It feels amazing, warm and soft, evidence of his arousal. His entire body shakes over mine as I milk every, last drop from his cock. When he begins to soften in my hand, he lets his body relax.
“I’ve never had my dick pulled for me, but shit, remind me to do it a few more times before I die.”
I laugh softly. “You haven’t had someone jerk you off?”
He shakes his head, pressing his lips to my shoulder. “No, babe, all the girls I fuck are whores, and they’re more than keen to just do what I want. No man wants a hand when he can have a mouth or a pussy.”