41. Ford #2
I start for her chest so I can suckle her sweet skin and make her come again, but she threads her fingers through my hair and drags me up.
Kissing me. Tasting me. Driving me insane with need.
I almost don’t notice. Not at first. The way she shifts closer, aligning our waists.
When she’s satisfied I won’t end the kiss, her right hand moves lower, slipping between us and fumbling with the top button on my jeans.
I smile against her mouth, unable to help myself. She’s too damn cute.
“Looking for something, June Bug?” I quip.
“You know what I'm looking for.”
“So, it’s not my shining personality?”
“I mean, your shining personality got me underneath you in the first place,” she reminds me.
And damn, if her words don’t hit me square in the chest. I’m used to being wanted.
To being fantasized over. I’m used to people wanting my body, my cock, my money, my time.
But my personality? Considering how many times my dad smacked me around, thanks to said personality, the idea alone is enough to be laughable.
But with June? I can’t help but wonder if maybe she’s telling the truth.
If maybe she sees past the persona I wear to the man beneath it.
The one who cares even when he shouldn’t.
The one who would do anything for the people he loves.
The one who’s used fucking shit up and carrying the weight of his mistakes for the rest of his life.
Her touch is gentle as June drags her fingers along the side of my face, giving me a warm smile while bringing me back to the present. When I meet her gaze, she murmurs, “I like you, Ford. Like, really like you.” The declaration hits as hard as her previous words. It leaves me reeling.
Leaning down, I kiss her again, grazing my tongue against the seam of her lips as if it’s the first time we’ve tasted each other. She sighs against me, her eyelashes flitting in contentment, and her thighs relax around me.
“You going to let me feel you?” she whispers.
Her hand finds the button on my jeans. Slowly, she strips the denim and my boxers from me, using her foot to push them down my legs until there’s nothing left between us.
I settle between them, and when the warmth of her pussy presses against my cock, a single thought crosses my mind.
This might be the actual definition of heaven.
Her hips churn against me, craving friction, and I give in immediately.
Pressing my forearms against the mattress on either side of her head, I keep most of my weight off her as she rubs herself against the ridge between her thighs.
“I could seriously come like this,” she murmurs.
“Then do.”
“And what about you?” she teases.
“I could come just by watching you use me to get off,” I admit.
Something sparks behind her pretty eyes. “You serious?”
“As ED,” I quip.
Her mouth quirks up, and her hands find the hem of my shirt. Dipping her fingers beneath the fabric, she drags them along my spine, driving me insane with need as precum lubricates her not-so-innocent teasing.
“You know, for a guy who really likes to bring up ED, I kind of wondered…”
“Just looking out for the little guy,” I say.
She grabs my very hard cock, circling it and giving me a handy while using the tip as her own personal dildo. “Little, huh?”
With a laugh, I nip at her bottom lip, pumping into her while imagining it’s her tight pussy instead. “You trying to drive me crazy, June Bug?” I squeeze my eyes shut, committing every brush of her hand to memory.
Lifting her head from the mattress, she returns the favor, nipping at my bottom lip before lining the head of my cock up with her slit.
“Condom,” I remind her.
“Ugh,” she groans. Jutting out her bottom lip, she lets go of my cock, so I can find a condom. “Fine.” I reach for my bottoms and dig out the foil square from my pocket. “Way to ruin the moment.”
“You’d prefer I take you bare?” I challenge.
Something dances in her eyes. A dare, maybe? “One day,” she quips.
And fuck, if it doesn’t turn me on even more. Ripping the wrapper between my teeth, I roll on the condom and line us up once more. My body threatens to push into her, to feel her tight body squeeze me so fucking good. One thrust. One swift movement, and I’ll be sheathed inside of her.
“You ready, June Bug?”
Her smile broadens. “Anytime now, Mr. Harden.” She lifts her hips off the mattress just enough to let me sink in an inch, and my vision blurs.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt.
Her hips churn ever so slightly, pistoning and swirling all at once while remaining just out of reach.
She’s so hot and wet and tight. Fuck me, I will not come again until I’m fully inside of her.
The first time was embarrassing enough, and even though I’d like to think I redeemed myself at the strip club, she’s making it very difficult to focus on her pleasure when she’s teasing me like this.
My fingers dig into her hips and press her into the mattress.
I thrust into her with one hard push. Black consumes my vision as pleasure washes through me, making my balls tighten with need.
“Fuck, June,” I rasp. “Fuck me, you feel incredible.” Her breathing is less steady than a moment before as a tiny pinch hits her brows. Concern sparks inside of me. “Shit, you okay?” I push the hair away from her forehead, analyzing every micro expression.
She forces a smile. “I mean, I kind of asked for it.” She laughs. “But man, Ford. I didn’t think you’d split me in two.”
“Did you forget last time?” Amusement rumbles through me, and I press my forehead to hers. “I’m sorry, I can stop—”
“Don’t you dare.” She kisses me again. “Just start slow. I might play a big game, but I’m not exactly experienced.”
The words are like a shot of whiskey. Warmth spreads through my chest, and I kiss her once more.
Making sure to keep my movements slow and controlled, I gently pull out before pushing into June again.
Her muscles loosen, and her body lets me in, liquid heat rushing to where we’re connected.
Shifting my weight to one arm, I use my free hand to palm her breast before bringing her nipple to my mouth and sucking softly.
Just like before, a quiet moan hits my ears as I flick the supple point with the tip of my tongue.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes, that feels so good.”
In and out, I push into June, sucking on her tit until her head moves back and forth and her hands grip the comforter beneath us.
Sweat gathers along my temples as I fight for control, giving as good as I can while trying not to tumble over the edge before she’s ready to do the same.
But fuck is it difficult. The tiny mewls.
The jumbled chants that are nothing but a breath.
The unsteady rise and fall of her chest as I shift from one breast to the next, giving both my mouth while I thrust into her tight pussy like it was made for me.
My balls ache with need, and warmth spreads from my cock to my fucking toes, my desire making me dizzy.
“Ah! Ford,” she begs. “Ford, keep going. I’m right…I’m right there. Oh my gosh. You have no idea…this feels incredible.” Her body arches off the mattress, and her legs wrap around my waist, her fingers tugging on the hair along the back of my head. “I’m coming. Oh my gosh, I’m coming—ah!”
Her pussy tightens around me, driving me over the edge.
Fuuuuck.
Ribbons of cum shoot into my girl as my vision darkens, swallowed with pleasure.
I bite the outside of her left breast to keep from screaming.
Every muscle in my body tightens before I give in and collapse on top of her, giving my June Bug all of my weight as I try to catch my breath.
When I finally come down, I kiss the tender bite mark and lift my head. “Fuck, June. Did I hurt—”
“I liked it.” She laughs and covers her face as if fighting her shame. “The little sting pushed me over the edge again, or maybe it was the feel of you…” She swallows, leaving the rest of her sentence unspoken.
“Me coming inside of you?” I finish for her.
Sure, we used protection, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t feel me lose control or my cock jerk inside her sweet pussy as she milked me dry.
Crass? Sure. Accurate? Hell, yeah. Grab me a Gatorade, and sign me up for round two because that was—June is—incredible.
Her chin dips. “Yeah. That.” She clears her throat. “Here, let’s, uh, let’s lie side by side.”
“Why?”
“Because giving you a front-row seat to my double chin while you’re still inside of me feels a little weird now that I’m not, you know…”
“Horny as fuck?” I finish for her. Again.
She smacks my chest, playfully. “Ford,” she whines.