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But he wasn’t finished with her. “Or do you need my cock in you?”

“Ahh,” she moaned, growing wetter. That mouth of his was bringing her higher and higher.

Quickly, he rolled onto his back and lifted his hips. He stripped himself of his boxers and Alyssa of hers then scooped a very relaxed Alyssa back into his arms.

“Johnny … that was—”

“I know. Shh … I’m not done.”

Alyssa’s back was on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. He brought his knees up and widened his legs causing Alyssa’s legs to spread open, completely baring herself to him.

“What—”

“Don’t move,” he ordered. “Slip your hands under your ass and don’t move.”

Ah, shit. That wasn’t such a bright idea on his part—her warm hands were now flat on his pelvis, her fingers tangled in his mound before she curved them to grip his cock.

He bit her shoulder again. “Stop moving your fingers, Alyssa. Flatten them.” Alyssa whimpered but listened.

Brushing away Alyssa’s hair from her neck, he pressed open-mouthed kisses all around her. His tongue slipped out and stroked her damp skin as his teeth grazed her. He was rock hard and standing erect against her folds.

“See, we could wake up like this all the time if you let us be …”

Alyssa’s hip rotated down, her wetness sliding on him. John groaned in her ear and slipped a finger into her.

“Ahhh … you’re taunting me with sex. Not fair …”

“All,” he pushed his finger in. “The” slowly pulled it out. “Time.” He said, and pushed two fingers in. Alyssa’s hips almost rocked off of his, but he pushed them down. “Hold still …”

“Johnny, stop teasing me.”

“But, sugar,” he thrust faster into her, “you tease me all the time just being near me,” he chuckled, and so did she.

“You play dirty.”

“When it comes to you, yeah. I do what it takes,” he said, cupping her jaw with his free hand and bringing her mouth inches from his.

“I told you I’m going to do whatever it takes for you to see I’m not going anywhere,” then he took her mouth in an all possessive, heart stopping kiss. He kissed her, stroking her tongue as he stroked her below with his fingers. She tried to turn in his arms, but he wouldn’t allow it.

Breaking the kiss, he said, “Grab my cock.”

She gripped his shaft in her hand, but she didn’t move. “Now, carefully press it against yourself and get it all wet. Then,” he dropped his voice, his mouth still on her lips, “stroke it for me.”

Alyssa did as he asked only she changed it up. As she stroked him to near combustion, she gave extra attention to his head with her hand.

“Mmmm … Like that,” he groaned, rolling his hips up. “Alyssa …”

“Yes?” she asked innocently, and he laughed.

“I need you to stop.”

“Why?” she continued with her hand, only faster now.

He groaned again, “I need you. I don’t want to finish like this, I want to finish inside of you.”

Pushing her hips back, Alyssa slowly guided John into her. The

moment he pushed at her opening, he gripped her hips and helped slide in deep. It was a different position, hitting a different spot inside. Alyssa sighed loudly, loving this new angle. She felt exposed, so wide open, she should’ve shied away, but she didn’t.