Page 10 of Too Far

Then he thrusts again, but at a slightly different angle.

He switches it up again, and this time, the hard, fat tip of his cock nudges the most perfect spot inside me. My cunt spasms in response, and my heart stutters at the way my body sings for him.

“There she is,” he murmurs with a cocky smirk.

That single reaction was apparently all the confirmation he needs, because without a second of hesitation, he pistons into me with wild abandon, hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“So fucking perfect, Jojo. Perfect pussy full of sass and sweetness.”

Fuck, his words alone could send me over the edge. “Don’t stop, K. Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he grunts out, slamming his mouth into mine and sealing the promise with a bruising kiss.

Big hands cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. Every touch is electric. Every point of contact a stimulating connection that drives me higher.

He moves his tongue in time with his thrusts, and I swear I’ve died and gone to horny girl heaven.

Our kisses turn sloppy and desperate under the water, until we’re a mess of tongues and groans, clashing teeth and desperate pants.

“Look at me,” he demands.

Without hesitation, I obey.

“Now look down at how perfectly we fit together.” He drops his chin. “Watch how you grip my dick like we were made to do this, Jojo.”

I follow his line of sight, bowing my head to watch as his hard length disappears inside me.

He’s right. My body greedily sucks him in with each thrust. Nothing has ever felt as good as the heat and pleasure emanating from us. Nothing has ever looked so utterly seamless. Every time he pulls out, the lips of my needy cunt stretch around him perfectly. Then, when he thrusts back in, my body clamps down like he’s all I’ll ever want or need.

“You take me so well, Mama.” He pushes in again, pressing his body against mine and driving me into the slick tile wall, filling me to the hilt. Rather than pulling out again once he’s seated, he thrusts deeper, the base of his cock driving into my clit as my arousal gushes around him.

The embers burning low in my belly ignite, sending waves of heat coursing through me. “Fuck, K. Fuck. I’m going to come again.”

“Damn right you are.” His thrusts grow rapid, desperate. He’s got to be right there on the edge with me.

“Come for me, Mama. Show me how much you love what I’m giving you.”

On command, I detonate, erupting with so much force I’m grateful he’s got me pinned against the wall. My inner muscles convulse, tightening on the length of him as he grunts and pulses inside me, his release mixing with mine.

His thrusts don’t slow as he comes, and by the time I’m done milking him, I’m desperate for a break from the exquisite, all-consuming fullness.

When I squirm in his hold, he lowers me so my feet hit the tile floor. But he doesn’t let me go far.

Cupping my face with both hands, he peppers kisses along my mouth and my neck. Then he bends low to worship my breasts.

“Kendrick!” I giggle when the stubble along his jaw tickles my stomach. Still smiling, I close my eyes and revel in his proximity. In the security that envelops me now that he’s home. Now that he’s in my arms, inside me still, right where he belongs.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips when he rights himself. Pulling back, and with a deep breath in, I push against his shoulders and drop to my knees.

His lip is caught between his teeth as he tracks my movement, instinctively gathering up my wet hair so he doesn’t lose sight of me for even a second.

“What do you think you’re doing down there?” he teases, grazing my bottom lip with the thumb of his free hand.

I quirk one eyebrow and peer up, admiring the way rivulets of water cascade down his body, into the divots of his chiseled abs, then over his strong, powerful thighs.

“Cleaning up our mess,” I quip. With that, I lick down the length of his softening cock and make an exaggerated slurp as I suck him fully into my mouth.

Popping off, I sit back on my knees.