“What do you think I am doing?” I counter while I pull on the fly of her pants.
“Trying to get me naked?” A mischievous light in her eyes is enough of a green light for me.
"Your assumption would be correct." When her fly is open, I move my hand inside them, moving lower until I'm in her panties and find her wet. Not wet, no, completelysoaked. "You are a dirty girl, Kayla Attleborough," I say as I dip my finger inside her.
Her breath catches but not from the reason, I think. “What?” She freezes.
And I freeze.Fuck. Shit. Did I just call her Kayla Attleborough? So much for fucking keeping it locked down for now.
"What did you say, Justin?" Her eyes are enormous, her hands frozen on my shoulders.
"I mean—" Heat warms my cheeks. "I mean, I meant—" I clear my throat. "Fuck it. Will you marry me?" I blurt and stop breathing. I don't know what she'll answer; I honestly don't. Kayla's mind is a mystery to me. If she says 'no,' I'll spend the rest of my life convincing her to change her mind.
“What—” She blinks a few times. “Are you high?”
“On testosterone? Most likely.” I cackle. “A man can go only so long without sex, and I haven’t had any since you.”
“Since me?” Her mouth is a cute O.
“Yeah,” I nod. “It’s been you for a long time, and I want it to be only you. Will you marry me to keep me out of my misery?” I sound more confident now. I know what I want, and I go after it.
Her lips stretch in that beautiful smile I've missed so much. "I think I can do that. Just so I can keep you out of your misery, you know."
"I don't give a shit why." I bring my hands under her ass, lifting her up and placing her on the counter where I fucked up so much the first time. "As long as it's a 'yes,' I'll take it."
She’s feverishly licking her lips, her pupils are dilated, and I can tell she wants—needs—what I need right now, so I get her rid of her pants, pulling them off of her. Unzipping my pants, I place myself between her legs. "Baby, I wish I could play with you for hours, but I don't think I can right now. I need you so fucking bad."
"I don't need foreplay now. Just all your inches. C'mere." She grabs the undone belt of my pants and pulls me to her. Her quick hands dive inside my jeans and pull my dick out, hard as steel. It nearly weeps at the contact. Scratch that; it weeps. The precum wets the tip of it, and she spreads it around the extra sensitive head. It nearly makes me come, and I pull away.
"Kay, baby, not now, or it's about to be done before it even starts." I beg hoarsely.
She giggles as she opens her legs wider, grabs my dick again, and leads me toward her soaked center. My cock twitches, my balls tighten before it even touches her, and I understand it's time to take it in my hands, or it will be over. Quite literally.
I grab the base of my cock with one hand and make little circles on her clit with another. Kayla’s breathing quickens, and she closes her eyes. I align myself with her pussy and push in. Now, since my hand is free, I grab her ass and pull her toward me. The moment I’m fully seethed inside her, I let out a loud moan.Fu-u-uck. That's what home feels like.
I begin moving my hips in slow, shallow thrusts, trying to prolong the pleasure, but Kayla grabs my ass with her hands, digging her fingers into my flesh, and orders in a low voice that comes out only when she is on the verge of losing it.
“Justin, damn it, fuck me like you mean it.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
I speed up the tempo, thrusting deeper. My hands roam her back, my lips on her neck, sucking on her tasty, slightly salty skin. I know it will leave bruises, but I want them to be there. I want everyone to see who she belongs to.
“Justin.” Her pleading voice reaches my nearly gone mind.
“Yes, baby, what do you want?”
“I want your hand on my neck.” She whispers through my thrusts. Way more confident than she did the first time she asked for that.
“Happy to oblige.” I was hoping it wasn’t a fluke before, and she really likes it. I’m a lucky motherfucker.
I wrap my hand around the base of her throat, slightly pressing on the windpipe. The moment I do that, she bursts in flames. Her tight pussy squeezes my cock, and I come inside her like a fucking fountain.
My orgasm is never-ending as I keep thrusting in, and she cries out again, digging her hands into my ass cheeks.
We are a sweaty, happy mess as we hold on to each other. I’m never letting this woman go.
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