“Michael.” I lean up on one elbow to watch him between my legs. He slips a finger into me at the same time as his tongue enters me. “Yes,” I say, my hand going to my nipple and then twisting it, making my toes curl.
“You are squeezing my fingers,” he says to me, and I can’t even focus as he finger-fucks me.
“Faster,” I urge, lifting my hips to get him to go deeper into me. My arm falls down, and I’m on my back “More.” I move my head side to side. “I need.”
I can hear him chuckle as he licks up. “Michael.” I say his name again. “I need your cock.” I close my eyes as soon as I hear the words come out of my mouth, but I’m too far gone. “I need more.” He stops licking, and I look down and see him stand, his eyes just watching me as he pulls his shirt out of his pants. “I really wanted to undress you,” I say, but my hand slides between my legs. “But this whole week,” I finally admit to him. “It’s been crazy.” My fingers slip inside me.
“Have you touched yourself?” he asks, unbuckling his belt, and all I can do is nod.
“Every night,” I whisper out. “Sometimes twice.” God, I wish I could shut up right about now. “I just.” I stop talking when I hear his zipper go down. My body moves on its own as I sit up. My hand slips out of me as I frantically help him pull his pants down, and I suck his cock into my mouth the minute I slip his boxers down enough.
“Fucking Christ,” he groans as I take him as deep down into my throat as I can with the taste of his precum on my tongue. I close my eyes as I suck his cock, another thing I’ve been dying to do. “I don’t know,” he says as my hand jerks him off at the same time as my mouth. “Fuck, you need to stop.” I shake my head, not willing to let his cock go. I moan, moving my mouth up and down. “Jillian,” he says my name, and when I look up, I can see that his head is back. His eyes close as his hips move. “I’m going to.” I close my eyes as his hand goes to my head and he grunts out and empties himself into my mouth. I don’t stop until the last drop, and when I do, I’m proud of myself.
“That was…” I say, and his eyes open as he takes me in.
“That was.” He unbuttons his white shirt, and I have the chance to see his chest.
“I want to lick every single part of you,” I declare, and my hand flies to my mouth as he laughs.
“Good,” he says, shrugging off his shirt. “I plan to spend the whole day either buried in you.” He kicks off his shoes. “Or with your pussy in my face.” My eyes close, and I shiver at the thought of all that. “The only time I’m not going to be in you or tasting you,” he says, and I open my eyes to see his pants fall to the floor. “Is when you eat.”
My hand comes up to hold his cock, stroking him. “Much bigger than my vibrator,” I say, and I really wish I would stop talking.
“Jillian,” he says my name through clenched teeth. “I’m going to try to go slow.”
“Don’t,” I say, letting his cock go and scooting back on the bed. “Please don’t go slow or soft.”
He crawls onto the bed. “Not this time.” I put my feet on the bed, and my pussy opens for him. “I need it hard.” I watch him kneel in front of me, his cock in his hand as he slides it up and down my slit, and my ass bounces up. “Michael,” I hiss his name. “If you don’t put that cock inside me.” I glare at him as he smirks. “I’m going to throw you on this bed and take it myself. Actually.” I sit up. “You sit down.” I point at the bed.
“You want to ride,” he urges, sitting down with his back to the headboard he bought me. “Far be it from me to say no.”
I throw my leg over him to straddle, grabbing his cock in my hand. His hands go to my hips as I guide my pussy to his cock. I slide down his cock, so slow I feel every single vein. He fills me fuller than I’ve ever been filled. “Jillian.” He hisses out my name when I sink all the way down, my ass hitting his thick legs. His hands go from my waist to my ass as he squeezes it in his palms. “Fuck, you are so tight.”