TYSON
FORTY-THREE
I wish I had better restraint. I wish I could’ve tasted her pussy again before sliding into her. I wish I could take this slow, to work her up to taking me, but I can’t. I can’t keep hold of my restraint any longer.
I need to be inside her—to feel her pussy hold me tight. I can take it slow another time, but right now, slow isn’t an option.
My mouth finds her as I finish lining myself up. Everything about her turns me on, but there’s something about how wet she is with me barely touching her that makes my entire body tighten with need.
She gasps as I slide inside. I do it slowly, wanting to give her time to adjust to me, but no matter how slow and gentle I’m trying to be, her breath still hitches.
“Do I need to stop?” I ask, my voice tight as I try to refrain from moving until I know she’s okay.
“Don’t you dare,” she rushes to get out. She rocks her hips up and down, taking me deeper inside her.
I don’t know if it’s the desperate tone of her voice or the new depth, but I can’t help but groan at just how good this feels.
I inch myself a little deeper, my tongue moving into her mouth at the same time I push even further.
She moans against my mouth, her fingernails digging into my lower back as her body arches into me. She rocks her hips again like she needs more just as much as I do.
“Ty,” she pants, my name soft but drawn out.
My forehead drops to hers as I try—but fail—to take it slow. I push myself fully inside her, reveling in the way it feels to finally have her wrap around me.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, my breathing wrecked. “You feel—”
I don’t even finish the sentence. I can’t. I’m so swept up in the way she greedily takes me that I can barely think straight.
She shifts her hips again, a small movement that sends a sharp wave of need straight through me.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
That’s all I need to keep going. I move my hips again, slow at first, testing, as I give her time to adjust to all of me—or at least all that she can take.
My fingers tangle in her hair—a way to keep as much contact between our bodies as possible—as I start a rhythm that’ll send us both into pure bliss.
“You’re doing so well taking my cock,” I grit through the strain of the intense need coursing through my body. I’m as deep inside her as possible, and yet it still doesn’t feel like enough. Will I ever get enough of her?
Without me realizing it, my hips pick up pace. I can’t help it. I just need more of her—more of this.
Josie moans as she drags her nails down my back. She lets out the same beautiful sigh of pleasure every time I push back inside her. Every breath—every moan—bleeds into the next as the tension between us builds and builds.
“It’s like you were made for me,” I continue, my entire body feeling hot with desire.
“Like I was made for you.” I push in and out again, even faster, the rhythm between our bodies almost punishing.
Her moans and the way she digs her nails into me and arches her back like it still isn’t enough tell me that she’s loving every second of me fucking her like this.
It feels too fucking good. She feels too good. I knew it’d be hard not to lose control early the first time I was inside her, but I can already feel the beginning of a building orgasm.
“Ty,” Josie moans, her fingers moving from my back to the back of my neck. She uses the leverage from her grip to pull her face to mine to kiss me.
I kiss her back—hard—knowing she’s close. I can feel her tighten around me as I taste the long moan she lets out.
“Come around my cock,” I plead, needing to feel it. Fuck, I’m desperate to feel it. I’ve never needed anything more than to feel her pussy hug me tightly as she lets go and gives herself over to the orgasm.
“But I want you to at—” Her words die off as I lean in to kiss her again.
I circle my hips slightly, wanting to make it so it feels as good for her as possible.
It must work because she moans so loudly against my lips that there’s no way I’ll ever forget the sound.
I pull away, trailing my mouth along her neck, leaving bites and sucks in my wake as I continue to fuck her at the fast pace she so clearly loves.
I bring my face in front of hers, finding her cheeks pink and a soft sheen to her skin. Her eyes are closed in pleasure, her lips red and raw from kissing.
“Look at me,” I demand, needing to look her in the eye when she comes around my cock for the first time.
Josie listens immediately, but her eyes are still half-lidded, like that’s all she can manage as she gets even closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” I praise, my voice coming out rough. “Come for me, and then we’ll come together.”
Knowing I intend to give her another must be all she needs. She lets out a loud, unfiltered moan as her fingers yank at my hair.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads. “I’m coming,” she continues, each word coming out in between a long sound that’s a mix between a moan and a breath.
I thrust in and out of her at a punishing pace, wanting to drag out every second of her orgasm and make it the best damn one of her life. My tongue pushes into her mouth while my cock does the same in her pussy, wanting her to feel me everywhere.
She moans and writhes and cries out my name so many times that it sends me one step closer to finding my own release.
She does as she’s told. Her eyes stay trained on me as she fully gives in to the pleasure.
Her body eventually goes lax as she rides out the final waves of her orgasm.
The kiss slows down just as my hips do, giving her time to recover.
Her pussy still hugs me tight, like I was made to fit inside her and feel her around me just like this.
I pull my head back just enough to get a good look at her, wanting to memorize the look on her face while she comes down.
Josie’s eyes meet mine, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. “I want you to come now,” she whispers through her labored breaths.
I rock in and out of her, much slower now than I was moments ago. “I will,” I murmur. “It’s taken everything in me to keep control of myself to give you one orgasm before your second one with me.”
I lean down, kissing her again, nice and slow despite everything in me pushing for more.
I want to stretch this first time together for as long as possible instead of rushing things.
Even though this is what I hope is only the first of many times I feel her come around me just like this, this is still the first time.
I want to savor it for just a little longer.
I don’t know what picks up pace first—the way I kiss her or the way I rock into her. It’s not as fast as before, but it still feels so fucking good that I know it won’t be long until I’m coming too.
“More.” I groan.
I need more.
Without saying anything else, I pull myself from her just long enough to move our bodies until she’s now on top. The position has me sliding into her even deeper than before, making my entire body shake with pure pleasure.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her head falling backward. The position puts her nipples right in front of my face, the peaked buds just begging for attention.
I rock in and out of her as I take one of them in my mouth, my tongue circling it at the same time she lets out another moan.
Fuck, I love how loud she is. How she lets go so much that she lets me hear how good this makes her feel.
My fingers twist in her hair as she wraps her arms around my neck. We’re so wrapped up in each other that I don’t know where her body begins and mine ends.
Josie grips my hair, pulling my mouth from her nipple and bringing my face to hers.
“Come for me,” Josie pleads. I can’t handle the begging—it’s too much.
I’m going to come.
I fuck her hard and slow, my eyelids fluttering shut every time I push all the way inside her. She’s so tight around me it’s almost painful.
Josie grips my face, keeping it in place as her mouth finds mine. She kisses me with an intensity unlike she’s ever kissed me with before.
My hips smack against her skin as I rock in and out of her as our tongues continue to push into each other’s mouths.
I’m so close, but I refuse to come without her.
I’m gripping at the hair that falls between her shoulder blades with one hand while the other snakes between our bodies. I circle her clit while I continue to push into her.
“Fuck,” she mutters before moaning. “Ty, that feels so—” Another moan leaves her lips before she can finish getting her words out.
“Come with me,” I demand. Maybe it’s me who’s begging at this point. I need to feel her pussy spasm around me as I empty myself inside her. “You can do it,” I praise, desperate for both of us to finish at the same time.
I keep my grip on her hair tight while my finger works against her clit even faster.
“Ty,” she breathes, my name coming out strangled.
Everything in me builds. The feeling is tight, overwhelming, making it impossible to focus on anything else other than the building orgasm.
All I can focus on is the pleasure—and her.
Everything else around me fades.
I groan, the sound rough and low as I finally break, the release hitting hard and pulling me under at the same moment she falls apart around me.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the two of us giving in to the moment—in to each other.