Page 64 of Please Don’t Go (The Midnight Strike #1)

“Mmm…” I moan repeatedly, body going limp but quivering as he forces my hips to roll against him. “Daniel, fuck…fuc…” My clit pulses hard with each rub, and because I’m already sensitive, it doesn’t take long before I’m coming again.

I shoot up, throwing my head back as euphoria takes over my body. I feel numb and high all at once. I don’t have control. I feel like I’m getting carried away and all I can do is watch while my body drowns in ecstasy.

“You look so pretty riding me like this,” he says huskily, squeezing my hips punishingly as he peppers kisses down my throat. “I wish you could see yourself from this angle.” His lips brush my collarbone and descend to my cleavage.

I’m still in a state of bliss. Disoriented, I do nothing but watch as he brings his fingers to my jersey and undoes the buttons—one by one until the jersey is parted in the middle, exposing the transparent lace to him.

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” His jaw hardens, voice dropping so low it makes my pussy clench.

“I think the same thing.” I follow his line of vision and fingers as they pinch my pebbled nipples through the lace. Then he pulls both cups down, and goose bumps scatter around my breasts. My nipples become extremely sensitive when he flicks one.

“Yeah?” He flicks the other one.

“Mm-hmm.” I feebly nod, squeeze my thighs around him, and slowly rock into him.

When his gaze drops down, he hums. “You made a mess on me. Look. Soaked right through, baby.”

Sure enough, there’s a dark wet stain on his jeans, right where I was grinding against him. Even the lace is darker where it’s drenched from me.

My heart thunders as I climb off him. He grabs my hand to stop me, but I pull it back and kneel in front of him.

“Come back,” he pleads and tries to adjust himself. He’s so hard, it almost looks uncomfortable how his dick pushes against the denim, begging to be let free.

“I want to do something for you,” I repeat what I said earlier. I lean forward, keeping my eyes on him, and lick the wet spot on his jeans. I lap my tongue over the denim, tasting myself and feeling him twitch against me.

His hooded eyes flutter shut momentarily before he pries them open to keep them on me.

“Take it out, Josie.” It’s a painful, desperate plea and when I gently graze my teeth along his length, he whimpers, “Please, baby. Please take it out. Please…” he whimpers again.

I thought hearing him moan was hot, but hearing that aching sound leaving his lips makes me wetter.

I unhook the button from his jeans and pull his zipper down. He doesn’t wait for me to ask and lifts his hips so I can pull them down along with his boxer briefs. It doesn’t take long before he’s kicking his shoes and clothes off to the side.

I blink once then twice, still in awe at and a little nervous about how thick and long he is.

A shiver works its way straight to my core.

I’m both excited and embarrassingly overwhelmed to taste and choke on him.

I don’t know what this says about me, but I liked having his cock shoved down my throat.

I liked gagging on it and feeling my saliva running down the side of my mouth.

“You did so good last time.” He cups my cheek and drags his thumb down to my lips, pushing my bottom lip down to part my mouth open.

“And you’re going to do just as good, right?

Remember, your mouth was made for my cock.

Just look at yourself; it’s already open and ready to taste. Lean in, baby, and suck.”

He fists my hair as I tilt forward and draw him into my mouth. As his precum coats my tongue, I catch a brief glimpse of him smirking before my eyes roll back. I like how he tastes, like how he fits in my mouth, and like how I gag every time the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.

“Eyes on me,” he groans, pulling my hair hard.

I open them, wincing from the pain, but still continue working him in my mouth. With every suction, my cheeks hollow, my jaw aches, and tears fill my eyes.

I don’t blink or close my eyes despite how my mind is screaming at me to do that.

I keep them trained on his as I suck and lick every inch of him.

The tears eventually trickle down my face, but I don’t stop.

It only encourages me to keep going. I feel gratified, seeing him like this—pupils blown, body taut with tension, long legs lazily sprawled out—and despite how he holds my hair and whispers rough words of encouragement, I have all the control.

I decide how much, how fast, how deep, and he greedily, easily, and happily accepts.

“Jos,” he half whines, half whimpers when I pull him out of my mouth. A long string of saliva clings from the tip of his dick to the bottom of my lip before it snaps.

“Spit right here.” I point to the middle of my breasts.

His brows raise to his hairline. A savage look takes over him and a second later he’s spitting on my breasts. Daniel is grinning in a way I’ve never seen before. He looks like he just won the lottery, and I can’t help but smirk.

I grab my breasts and push them together to smear the saliva. “It wasn’t enough. Do it again.”

I sit up, pushing and spreading them for him. He happily obliges and spits on them twice, then reclines back and fists his cock. He lazily drags his palm down his shaft, stroking himself as I smear the saliva, and when I’m done, I push his hand away.

“You’re so hot,” he grunts, jaw clenching and voice deep and throaty. It doesn’t sound like him. “I’m so fucking obssessed with you.”

“Yeah?” I lick my dry lips and lean forward, placing his cock between my breasts, pressing them on him until I know I have a firm grip on it. I’ve never done this, but I do what feels right and glide up and down him, occasionally licking the precum off the tip. “Does this feel good?”

His eyes roll back and he sinks deep into the sectional. “Yeah…yeah…” he absently and breathlessly replies. “Sooo…fucccking good. Jesus, Josie, keep doing that. Your tits are fucking phenomenal.”

“I really want to do a good job,” I sheepishly admit.

As much as I like control, I want to know I’m doing well. No, I need to know. I need to hear those words come out of his mouth.

Daniel places his hands on my hands, stopping me from moving.

“Everything you do is beyond good. I don’t just mean this; I mean in everything.

You are good, you are enough—as you are, and what you do—as you do it.

It’s all good.” He pulls me up to stand, hooks his fingers on the waistband of my thong, and drags it down.

“You’ve done so good, really, really good, but I don’t want to come on your face today.

I really want you to ride me, but only if you want. ”

I’m both emotional and horny. I’m between wanting to smile and cry, but I do neither. I just squeeze my thighs and hold my breath and make myself chill out because the last thing I need right now is to tear up.

“Yeah, I want that.” I go to take off the jersey, but he stops me.

“Keep that on.” He swallows hard, gaze slowly sweeping over me.

“Okay, but can you take your shirt off?” I really want to see and feel him.

He reaches over his head and pulls it off, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

I blatantly check him out as I straddle him but stay hovering over his cock.

Daniel grabs my hips and when he glances down, any trace of humor dissolves. “I should get a condom…”

“You should…” I trail off and wait for him to make a move, but he doesn’t lift a finger. “We shouldn’t be irresponsible.”

“No, we shouldn’t…” He drags his teeth along his bottom lip and tugs me down a little.

I grab his cock and align it at my entrance. “You really shouldn’t fuck me like this.”

“I really shouldn’t.” He squeezes my hips and urges me to lower myself.

The crown nudges my pussy and slips past my lips, and I squeeze around him. I suck in a breath and he hisses. “I’ll get off in a bit. I promise…”

I sink a little more and close my eyes as he stretches me.

He moans and glides his rough, calloused palms under the jersey and cups my ass. “Yeah, take your time, baby. Take…your time…”

A little more and I’m panting and feeling dizzy. Fuck, he’s so huge.

I grip his shoulders, holding my breath again, as I lower myself some more. Inch by inch, he stretches me. You’d think I’m losing my virginity from how tight I am.

“Your pussy feels…I’m going to come. You’re so tight and wet. Holy shit, you feel so goddamn good. Fucking hell, Josie,” he says as his eyes stay on my wet tits as they bounce with every movement.

I don’t know what takes over me, maybe it’s the way he’s staring at me, how he feels inside me, or his words, but I force myself all the way.

My jaw drops, but no air comes out. It stays lodged in my lungs as my pussy grips and pulses around him.

A cry is the closest thing I make to a sound, and I think I hear Daniel groan my name, but I’m not sure.

I can’t focus on anything but how insanely stretched I feel, how deep he’s hitting inside of me, and how amazing I feel.

“Josie, I don’t think I’m going to last,” he says like he’s pleading with every inch of his life. “Don’t move.”

“I have to. I need to,” I impatiently whine.

I’m in a state of euphoria. My body is so aware, I can physically feel him throb inside me, feel how I’m drenching his cock with my arousal, feel how deeply connected we are.

“Josie,” he breathes against my chest, biting my collarbone as I grind just a little. “I’m serious. I’m not going to las…”

I roll my hips, pushing my ass out and bucking forward, pressing down hard against his pubic bone to feel pressure on my clit.

He holds me down, but I grab the back of the sectional, bouncing on him because I know my breasts will too.

He stares at them and has this dazed look in his eyes, lost in his perverted fantasy to stop me from moving.

I know I’ve screwed myself over because I’ve never not used a condom, and now I don’t know how I’ll ever want to use one again.

This feels too good. He slips in and out so easily, so quickly.

I feel his soft, sweaty skin against me, feel the ridge of his crown, feel every inch of his skin slapping mine, his balls against my ass.

And the noises—they’re so erotic and hot, I can’t stop bouncing.

The built-up pressure in my core explodes and I come a second later. I slowly stop moving, jerking every so often as the orgasm wracks my body.

I stop moving all together, at least for a second, because Daniel rocks his hips and grabs mine and makes me grind on him.

I cry out, shaking my head for him to stop because I’m sensitive but the words leaving my mouth are the opposite because I’m screaming, “Yes! More! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

He doesn’t. He fucks me relentlessly until I come again and he follows shortly after. He groans, his head tipping back, his veins popping in his neck, and his jaw clenching hard as he releases inside me.

I slump against his sweaty chest, breathing harshly. He wraps his arms around my back and holds me until our breaths even out.

“I can feel your cum coming out,” I murmur tiredly.

He lifts me up and pulls out of me. I shudder at how empty I feel and hate that he’s not back in me. I almost ask him to fuck me again, but my thoughts freeze as he sits me on the couch, drops to his knees on the floor, and spreads my thighs.

He stares at my pussy, and as his cum seeps out of me, he spreads it all over, paying special attention to my clit.

“Daniel,” I whine, spreading my thighs further for him. “I’m really sensitive.”

“I know, baby.” He kisses the inside of my thigh but doesn’t stop rubbing his cum on my clit. “You’re going to come for me one more time.”

“I don’t think—” I gasp, fisting the cushion as I feel the pressure build up.

My eyes widen and lips part open as he continues to play with my swollen nub.

But I lose it when he spreads my lips and laps it, long leisure licks that feel like fucking torture.

It’s too much. I’m sitting up, pulling his hair, attempting to stop him, but I’m also grinding into his mouth.

And like that time in the shower, pressure grows until I can’t hold back. I know it’s not just an orgasm because it feels so different. What I’m feeling right now is an out-of-body experience. I drift into a different universe as I squirt.

It gets all over him, and I’d be embarrassed if he didn’t look like he’s reveling in how it lands on him.

I’m physically shaking when I come down from my high. “I can’t believe you made that happen again.”

I know there’s a mess, but I don’t dare look. I’m still very turned on but tired.

I don’t fight him when he lifts me up and carries me up the stairs. “I told you it would happen again. I love watching it.”

I nuzzle into his chest and say nothing more as he brings us into his shower.