I know I should stop him. I should end this right now before it goes any further. It's the responsible thing to do. But I can't. I don't want to.
My body and mind want him too much to just end it now.
7
Ryder
Her body is still wet, her hair dripping on the floor as I carry her through the house and up to my bedroom. Her nipples are hard as diamonds, and goosebumps riddle her body from head to toe.
Jenna's fingertips gently tickle the back of my neck as she nuzzles her head against my chest. She's looking up at me, and every few seconds she kisses my chest.
She tastes so fucking good. Her pussy so hot and sweet, I can still taste her on my lips, and all I want is more.
I'm not thinking about how wrong this is or what will come after. I'm in the moment, being driven by a wild desire I can't control. My cock is hard as rock, poking out of my boxers as I drop her on my bed.
The mattress squeaks beneath her, replacing her voice as she stretches her body out. Crossing her legs, she's rubbing them back and forth. She wants me too. I can see it in her eyes, in her body language, in the way she sucks her bottom lip in and slips her hands up her belly, resting them over her head.
God, she's so fucking beautiful.
Her legs keep moving, doing their best to end the ache of her throbbing clit. Arching back, she tilts her head to the side, drawing me in. Like a sexy little vixen, her lids drop seductively, and she lets out a slow breath.
There are no words between us. I know what she wants, she doesn't need to tell me. But I want to hear it. I want to hear her beg for me. I want to hear her plead for me to fuck her.
Call me selfish if you want, but I won't fuck her until she does.
“You want me?” I ask.
She nods with a delicate whimper. Her body is rolling with need, faster, harder, with more demand to be taken.
“Say it. Tell me you want me.” I push down my jeans, palming my cock, I stroke myself through my boxers. Her eyes slip down my body, landing on my thick length.
“I want you,” she utters.
But it's not enough. I want more.
“Again. Say it again.” Pulling my boxers off, I kneel on the bed, and yank the last bit of clothes, her panties, off her body. I wrap them around my cock and stroke slowly, loving how the wet lace feels against my sensitive skin.
“I want you.” Her voice is firmer, but still too damn soft. Her eyes laser focused on my cock.
“Again,” I command.
“I want you. Fuck me,” she says, her hands slipping down the inside of her thighs as she spreads them slightly open. “Fuck me, Ryder. I need you to fuck me.”
Her pussy is so pink and wet, glistening, and as much as I want to hear her beg me more, I can’t resist. Growling, I split her legs all the way open with my knees as I climb between them. I'm not here to make slow, sweet love to her. This is about taking her. This is about making her mine. This is about hearing her scream my name as she comes on my dick.
Running my hands up her thighs, I push her hands away from her pussy as she teases her lips with her fingertips. “Uh, uh,” I chastise her. “That's mine right now.”
Jenna moans as I slip a finger up her slit. Pressing my thumb against her clit, her back shoots up off the bed. She's so tender and ready. Her pussy is dripping. Wetting my finger in her juice, I push inside her entrance.
Her walls clench around me as I finger her, and her eyes snap shut as her mouth opens with a soundless moan. Pushing my finger in and out, I stroke myself at the same pace. My cock is throbbing, and the friction from her panties is setting me on fire. Precum is pooling at the tip, and my cock jumps in my hand as I think about my cum and her juices soiling her panties.
Adding another finger, I fuck her with my hand, working her clit with my thumb. She's grinding against my palm, rocking her hips hard. She's close already, and I haven't even started yet.
Pulling my fingers free, I suck each finger clean. “You taste so damn good.”
Jenna looks up at me, then drops her eyes to my cock. She spreads her panties over my cock completely, holding the base with one hand so my cock is sheathed in the lace. With her other hand, she starts stroking me slowly, rubbing her finger lazily around the head until a fresh bead of precum seeps through the fabric. Her thumb moves over my crown, smearing the precum. She continues to stroke me, her fingers slipping over the lace, faster and faster. The sensation is so intense, I'm seeing stars and my head is foggy.