Page 111 of Manhattan State of Mind

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’ve touched myself and imagined it was you.”

“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

His lips curl into a wicked smirk, and just when I think he’s going to finally give me what I want, he suddenly lifts me off the bed and flips me around so that I’m straddling him.

My legs spread around him and I gasp at the feel of his hard cock pressing against my wet entrance.

Holy hell. This is actually happening. I’m going to get fucked by JP Wolfe.

I tensely lower myself onto his cock, whimpering as my core reacts to his size.

“Take all of me,” he growls.

My senses go wild from the pleasure and pain until I finally relax, letting pleasure take over. His cock fills me completely and my inner muscles clench around him.

Thrills rush through my body, making me whimper in delight while he groans in unison. He’s fucking huge.

His hands are tight on my hips, keeping himself steady as he fights against losing control.

“You’re the boss now,” he murmurs. “Show me how you like to fuck.”

We both know that isn’t true, but I’m willing to play along.

I slowly grind myself against him, savoring every second of the pleasure that pulsates through my body with each thrust. His gaze is intense as he watches me, his hands squeezing my hips as I take charge of the rhythm.

This man has the best cock ever. He might never get it back. We’re tethered to each other forever now.

His grunts grow louder and hungrier as I ride him faster and harder.

His cheeks are flushed, eyes half-lidded, veins popping on his neck as he strains with pleasure. I tilt my head back, letting out a moan of delight as I clench around him, feeling like I own him completely.

I’m never going to last. Listening to JP’s sex noises is enough to make me come.

“You feel amazing inside me,” I moan.“This is my favorite position.”

“Is that so?” he says with a smirk that is quickly wiped off his face when I up my pace even more. Hegroans into my hair as I hit my sweet spot again and again.

Every thrust feels like it could be the last, each second more intense than the previous one. I know this will be the mother of all orgasms. A mind-blowing, earth-shattering experience that my poor vagina may never recover from.

“This angle,” he grunts. “So fucking deep.”

The intensity builds until finally, it’s too much, crashing over us like a tidal wave of pleasure as I show him exactly how I like to fuck.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans as my movements become more frantic.

I’m done for.

He lets out a final choked noise of pleasure as his body stiffens and he comes hard. I feel him swell and pulsate inside me, every sensation heightening my pleasure.

The look on his face. Something I never thought I’d see. It’s too much.

My pussy tightens and quivers around his dick as the orgasm explodes through me. I moan so loudly I’m sure everyone on Bear Mountain heard.

For a moment, we remain like that, him still inside me and both of us struggling to catch our breath. This wasn’t just good sex. This was unbelievable, earth-shattering, should-be-forbidden-in-some-states type of sex.

And the way he is looking at me right now? He couldn’t agree more.