He inches closer and closer to me, still rapping and grinding his hips ferociously, until, suddenly, and with great dramatic flair, he grabs me, pulls me into him, and grinds his body into mine with enthusiastic thrusts to the beat of the music. “Kiss me,” he says to me, his lips on my ear, his intoxicating cologne wafting into my nostrils. His strong hands encircle my waist and grip my back as he presses his undulating body into mine. His lips migrate to my cheek, where they trail the length of my jawbone. His tongue laps at my neck.
Oh muh guh. Playtime’s over. Shit just got real.
His hard-on presses into me, thrusting, grinding, making my knees weak—and, holy shitballs, there’s no mistaking the size of that hard bulge, even through the man’s pants. Good lord. Josh doesn’t need to chain me to a donkey—he’s got it covered on his own.
He parts my legs with his thigh and grinds his hard dick right into my clit, over and over, still rapping and groping me as he does.
I throw my head back.
Yes.
My clit ignites inside my panties. I’m beginning to warp and ache. My skin is beginning to prickle.
“Kiss me,” he says into my ear, gyrating his body against mine. Oh my God. He’s taking my breath away.
His mouth skims my ear and lands on my cheek and then my neck. I run my fingers into his hair, pressing my breasts into the hardness of his chest and my crotch into the bulge of his pelvis. Oh God. He nuzzles the tip of his nose against mine, teasing me. His lipsare an inch away from mine, skimming, teasing, hovering as close as humanly possible without actually making contact, his erection continuing to grind into me as his mouth taunts me.
The song is thumping in my ears.
The lights on the dance floor are entrancing me.
My body is moving in time with his.
He smells so frickin’ good, I wanna ingest him.
I feel dizzy.
Weak.
Frenzied.
I lift my leg and encircle his hip with it, aching to take him inside me. He shifts position and presses himself even more feverishly against me, sending his hard-on right up against the exact spot that makes me burst into flames.
Yeeeeeeeeoooowwwwwwww.Yes.Right there.I press into him harder, moaning, and he rubs that hard bulge ferociously against me, still rapping the words to the song.
His hand navigates under the hem of my dress and brushes against my bare ass cheek, causing goose bumps to erupt all over my body.
Without the slightest hesitation, he fingers my ass crack, presumably trying to figure out if I’m wearing a G-string, and when he finds the string, he slides his fingers all the way down it, down, down, down, and then forward, straight to the crotch, where his fingers begin exuberantly stroking the soft, extremely wet fabric of my panties.
My knees buckle and he holds me up, his fingers continuing to stroke. He kisses my ear and then my neck, yet again, rapping into my ear. “Kiss me,” he purrs.
His lips migrate to mine and hover, yet again, just over my lips, inviting me to bridge the gap and slip my tongue into his mouth—inviting me to lay my weapon down.
But I don’t.
“Terrorist,” he breathes.
Without warning, his fingers slip underneath the fabric of my G-string and plunge right into my wetness.
Holy fuckburgers.
I cry out in surprise and extreme pleasure, pressing myself into his fingers and gyrating to the pulsing music.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers in my ear. “Stop torturing me.”
I don’t reply, but he can plainly feel how badly I want him, too. I’m absolutely dripping for him.
I moan loudly right into his ear and lick his cheek, and his body responds against mine with obvious excitement. I run my hands through his hair, grinding myself into his fingers like I’m riding on top of a big, hard cock. I inhale sharply. I can’t breathe. My body is warping. “Oh God, here it comes,” I say into his ear. “A big one. Oh God. Josh, yeah. Don’t stop. Just like that.”
