ass he'd drooled over since puberty, he couldn't help cupping the cheeks and lifting her hard against his cock.
“I think we've experienced enough foreplay,” she whispered, stepping away. Grabbing the afghan off the recliner, she spread it out on the carpet. She lowered onto the blanket. Her teeth clamped into her lower lips as she leaned back on her elbows. Her lip popped free and a smirk curled her lips. She knew she had him hot, primed, and ready to blow. With her knees bent, she spread her thighs. Cream glistened on her pussy and dampened her curls, revealing just how aroused she'd become. He did that to her.
Johnny jerked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the recliner.
She sat up straight. “I thought we were only removing what clothing was necessary.”
“Our definitions differ. I need you naked, but I know you wouldn't consider that necessary so I'm not going to get it. I want to kiss and touch you. Damn, Krissy, I want to run my hands over every part of you. The rational side of my brain understands your rules. The rest of me wants to taste.” His gaze raked down her body. Full breasts with dusky tight nipples, softly contoured yet toned stomach, and jeweled bellybutton. He inhaled through his nose, flaring his nostril. Her aroused pearly folds teased and tempted him. “And I do mean everywhere.” Her sweet peach of a pussy made his mouth water. “So enough complaining.”
She reclined against the pillows when he dropped down beside her. He knelt between her thighs. Leaning over her, he closed his eyes and laid his hand on her tummy. She sucked in sharply, and her belly quivered. Her muscles tensed.
“Relax.” Hot flesh scorched his fingers. Krissy took a shuddering breath and released it slowly. Fuck, she felt good. Her skin, her breathy gasps as she braced for a more intimate touch. His fingers drifted lower, barely brushing her curls. “God, you're wet.”
He cupped her heated mound then slipped a finger into her slick passage. Internal muscles gloved his finger. He followed with a second. Hot, wet and tight, she contracted around him. Flicking back and forth, he searched, stretching and curling his fingers to graze the sweet spot deep inside her channel.
“Johnny, no.” Her body jerked against his hand. She was slick and ready. “Please, Johnny, don't make me come.” Her choppy words brought him back into the moment.
Oh, but he wanted to put his fingers into his mouth. The musky scent of her arousal hit his senses with the impact of a freight train. Instead, he grasped the root of his throbbing cock and stroked the shaft. “Krissy.”
She lifted her lashes and her lusty gaze locked with his. “I want this. Want you.” She twined her leg over his calf.
Johnny braced above her and fit the crown to the drenched opening of her pussy. He squeezed his cock hard as he slipped in. Taking a deep breath, staring into her eyes, he buried himself full hilt. Dear god, he was home.
What had she done? Krissy would peel back her fingernails digging into the carpet before she'd clutch Johnny's back and buck as her body desperately desired. Each long, powerful thrust of his cock brought her closer to a euphoric pinnacle. Damn it. This was not how she imagined tonight.
Slow slide in. Easing out. A groan from his lips as he surged again. Deeper. He triggered a spark of pleasure in her core that built, taking her where she was afraid to go. Heat seared her insides. Nipple to clit throbbed with need. Slowly out and screwing into her again. She moaned and arched into his hips, stoking the flames even hotter.
“Baby,” he whispered, pulling out until only the tip remained in her tunnel and sliding in again.
“No whispering sweet nothings,” she murmured. The blunt head of his cock thrust hard, colliding with the top of her channel. “It's against the rules.” She couldn't stop herself from wrapping one leg around his hip and bowing off the floor.
Johnny wasn't supposed to make every cell in
“I think we've experienced enough foreplay,” she whispered, stepping away. Grabbing the afghan off the recliner, she spread it out on the carpet. She lowered onto the blanket. Her teeth clamped into her lower lips as she leaned back on her elbows. Her lip popped free and a smirk curled her lips. She knew she had him hot, primed, and ready to blow. With her knees bent, she spread her thighs. Cream glistened on her pussy and dampened her curls, revealing just how aroused she'd become. He did that to her.
Johnny jerked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the recliner.
She sat up straight. “I thought we were only removing what clothing was necessary.”
“Our definitions differ. I need you naked, but I know you wouldn't consider that necessary so I'm not going to get it. I want to kiss and touch you. Damn, Krissy, I want to run my hands over every part of you. The rational side of my brain understands your rules. The rest of me wants to taste.” His gaze raked down her body. Full breasts with dusky tight nipples, softly contoured yet toned stomach, and jeweled bellybutton. He inhaled through his nose, flaring his nostril. Her aroused pearly folds teased and tempted him. “And I do mean everywhere.” Her sweet peach of a pussy made his mouth water. “So enough complaining.”
She reclined against the pillows when he dropped down beside her. He knelt between her thighs. Leaning over her, he closed his eyes and laid his hand on her tummy. She sucked in sharply, and her belly quivered. Her muscles tensed.
“Relax.” Hot flesh scorched his fingers. Krissy took a shuddering breath and released it slowly. Fuck, she felt good. Her skin, her breathy gasps as she braced for a more intimate touch. His fingers drifted lower, barely brushing her curls. “God, you're wet.”
He cupped her heated mound then slipped a finger into her slick passage. Internal muscles gloved his finger. He followed with a second. Hot, wet and tight, she contracted around him. Flicking back and forth, he searched, stretching and curling his fingers to graze the sweet spot deep inside her channel.
“Johnny, no.” Her body jerked against his hand. She was slick and ready. “Please, Johnny, don't make me come.” Her choppy words brought him back into the moment.
Oh, but he wanted to put his fingers into his mouth. The musky scent of her arousal hit his senses with the impact of a freight train. Instead, he grasped the root of his throbbing cock and stroked the shaft. “Krissy.”
She lifted her lashes and her lusty gaze locked with his. “I want this. Want you.” She twined her leg over his calf.
Johnny braced above her and fit the crown to the drenched opening of her pussy. He squeezed his cock hard as he slipped in. Taking a deep breath, staring into her eyes, he buried himself full hilt. Dear god, he was home.
What had she done? Krissy would peel back her fingernails digging into the carpet before she'd clutch Johnny's back and buck as her body desperately desired. Each long, powerful thrust of his cock brought her closer to a euphoric pinnacle. Damn it. This was not how she imagined tonight.
Slow slide in. Easing out. A groan from his lips as he surged again. Deeper. He triggered a spark of pleasure in her core that built, taking her where she was afraid to go. Heat seared her insides. Nipple to clit throbbed with need. Slowly out and screwing into her again. She moaned and arched into his hips, stoking the flames even hotter.
“Baby,” he whispered, pulling out until only the tip remained in her tunnel and sliding in again.
“No whispering sweet nothings,” she murmured. The blunt head of his cock thrust hard, colliding with the top of her channel. “It's against the rules.” She couldn't stop herself from wrapping one leg around his hip and bowing off the floor.
Johnny wasn't supposed to make every cell in
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