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And I kept doing it.
“Fuckin’ fuck. Get there, baby,” Javi growled, his amber eyes roving insatiably all over me (though, truth told, they spent a lot of time at my breasts).
“You get there,” I gasped.
He squeezed my cheeks hard, taking control, and I was bouncing even harder and faster.
God, I loved he was so strong.
God, I loved he was so beautiful, lying there in his bed, his dark hair tousled, his eyelids heavy, his full lips wet from his tongue tracing them.
“You need me at your clit?” he offered.
Suffice it to say, we didn’t sleep much. This was our fifth time since we started. We took breaks. We dozed. He ate me out (and I will remind you about his strong tongue…scrumptious). I went down on him (talk about feeling powerful, having Javi at my whim with my mouth full of his thick, long, yummy cock?…delectable).
I believe we got about three hours of sleep before I woke him up to ride him.
Which brought us to now.
So at this juncture, I knew I needed his strong thumb at my clit.
Thus, I started, “Ye—” but didn’t finish the word when he pounded me full of him, I arched back and came hard.
Still coming, he whipped me to my back and thrust in harder, so I kept coming.
And continued.
And it went on.
I was still doing it when I felt him buck into me, pour into me, and groan deeply.
There it was again.
Making my guy come that hard?
I felt powerful.
I felt confident.
I felt like I’d finally been introduced to the real me.
After we both came down, I did it with Javi’s mouth working my neck, and I was loving the feel.
Eventually, he lifted his head and teased, “You even bounce on a man’s dick like a cheerleader.”
I frowned.
He grinned and dipped closer. “Every boy dreams of fucking the prettiest cheerleader on the squad. And I just did that. Or…she fucked me. And that’s even better.”
As a boy, he probably didn’t dream about much, if anything.
Except maybe that (because boys were always boys).
My frown turned upside down.
He busted out laughing (which felt awesome), and rolled us, disconnecting (which sucked), but we ended up with me sprawled on top of his mountain of warm muscle, so I wasn’t complaining.
“You want me to clean you up?” he asked quietly, and this was now our thing too.