Page 37 of Crave

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says as I shift up and down on his cock.

And so is he.

I moan because he feels so damn good inside me. I lick my swollen lower lip and then bite it. Striking like a rattler, Jamison’s mouth consumes mine. His silky tongue forges deeper into my mouth. Our lips brush, crush, and nibble at each other.

“Shit,” he whispers, and I know what that means.

“Want to slow it down?” I ask, slowly lifting and lowering my pussy over his cock.

Jamison nods. Our foreheads press against each other as he waits. “I still can’t believe I’m in Colorado, and my dick is inside you,” he says.

I chuckle. “Me neither.”

“I missed you.”

“Me too.

Then, without warning, Jamison bounces me against his cock, swiftly, rapidly. He’s in complete control. I hold onto his athletic shoulders, going along for the ride.

“O-O-Ohh…” he whimpers and then shudders as he comes inside me.

We don’t stop. We kiss wildly. I’m unable to merge into Jamison, although that’s exactly what I want to do. We’re playing with fire, but I don’t care. I want whatever he can give me. I want to take him all for myself. I want Jamison Cox to be mine forever.