Naturally my hand gets ahead of itself and drifts down Jovi's curves, cock stiffening at every surrender she offers with her soft moans. Prepared to stop now that my hand is on her thigh, I give it a good squeeze as if saying goodbye. Unexpectedly Jovi's legs part like an invitation to the sweetest sin worth the potential time behind bars. My fingers curiously stroke on the outside of the satin thong standing between me and a sticky crime. When another whimper is offered in desperation for more, I push the fabric to the side, fingers immediately coated by warmth and wetness.
Our lips part and I mumble, “Damn...”
With panic on her face, Jovi whispers, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No baby.” I roll my thumb across her clit getting the sound I want out of her lips. “Relax.” Immediately she lowers into the seat and spreads her legs wider for better access for my fingers that are dipping deep inside.
Once my dick gets in there, I'm not sure if I'll ever fucking leave.
Jovi's hips rock against my hand, wordlessly encouraging me to take her to the levels I know she desires as much as I do. Slowly I begin to pump, steadily building the orgasm I want from her. The movement of my fingers stays even paced while my mind draws to memory every motion, every gasp, and every groan of pleasure, mine included.
Coming in my pants is not something that should even be a possibility yet here I am. Seconds from busting a nut with my dick knocking against my jeans.
“Merrick,” she calls out softly.
“That's it baby...”
“Merrick....” The repetition has me growling until her fingernails grip my skin as if she's going to fall off the face of the earth without me. Jovi finally lets go and screams my name once more, coming from my fingertips, painting a glimpse of what's gonna happen when I finally get her underneath me. Thankful I didn't cream my jeans while watching her, I continue to stare at her rapidly rising chest, over flushed body, and sensual breaths seeping from her.
Absentmindedly I say, “That was your first time wasn't it?”
She glances away, embarrassment not as sexy as what she was just expressing.
Wrong thing Merrick. Wrong thing...
My hand softly lands on her cheek, turning her face back to me. Her brown eyes widen, clearly waiting for me to say something. In hopes of not fucking it up, I sigh, “You're mine now.”
She smiles softly, leaning into my touch. “Pushy.”
Playfully I correct her before dropping my mouth to hers again. “Possessive.”
After another heated greeting of our tongues she declares, “It won't always be this easy...”
“I'll always work this hard.” Preparing to kiss her once more I add, “Or harder.”
Yup. Double entendre intended. But you knew that.
Jovi
Hayli skeptically stares at me from the edge of my queen sized bed as I twist my hair up into a bun in my bathroom.
I'd say it's creepy but it's Hayli. I'm used to it.
“Don't put your hair up,” she scolds. “It's so much prettier down.”
“It's gross,” I gripe dropping my hands. “It's all.....wavy.”
“It’s gorgeous,” Hayli fights fiddling with my white sheets that give the illusion there's paint splattered on them. “I bet Romeo thinks it's gorgeous.”
Pulling it to the side instead of putting it up I hush her, “Sh.”
“Are you shhing me because you don't want Nadie to hear or shhing me because you know I'm right.”
“I don't know that he thinks that.” I lean against the doorframe. “And why do you call him that? His name's Merrick.”
“I've seen the texts.” She shrugs. “I've heard him speak. That boy Jovi, is no amateur. He is a professional dater. Like Romeo.”
That's not...that's not....tell her how wrong she is.
Instead of correcting her, I nervously fiddle with the pockets of my jeans.
“Speak.”
“I'm not a dog,
Our lips part and I mumble, “Damn...”
With panic on her face, Jovi whispers, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No baby.” I roll my thumb across her clit getting the sound I want out of her lips. “Relax.” Immediately she lowers into the seat and spreads her legs wider for better access for my fingers that are dipping deep inside.
Once my dick gets in there, I'm not sure if I'll ever fucking leave.
Jovi's hips rock against my hand, wordlessly encouraging me to take her to the levels I know she desires as much as I do. Slowly I begin to pump, steadily building the orgasm I want from her. The movement of my fingers stays even paced while my mind draws to memory every motion, every gasp, and every groan of pleasure, mine included.
Coming in my pants is not something that should even be a possibility yet here I am. Seconds from busting a nut with my dick knocking against my jeans.
“Merrick,” she calls out softly.
“That's it baby...”
“Merrick....” The repetition has me growling until her fingernails grip my skin as if she's going to fall off the face of the earth without me. Jovi finally lets go and screams my name once more, coming from my fingertips, painting a glimpse of what's gonna happen when I finally get her underneath me. Thankful I didn't cream my jeans while watching her, I continue to stare at her rapidly rising chest, over flushed body, and sensual breaths seeping from her.
Absentmindedly I say, “That was your first time wasn't it?”
She glances away, embarrassment not as sexy as what she was just expressing.
Wrong thing Merrick. Wrong thing...
My hand softly lands on her cheek, turning her face back to me. Her brown eyes widen, clearly waiting for me to say something. In hopes of not fucking it up, I sigh, “You're mine now.”
She smiles softly, leaning into my touch. “Pushy.”
Playfully I correct her before dropping my mouth to hers again. “Possessive.”
After another heated greeting of our tongues she declares, “It won't always be this easy...”
“I'll always work this hard.” Preparing to kiss her once more I add, “Or harder.”
Yup. Double entendre intended. But you knew that.
Jovi
Hayli skeptically stares at me from the edge of my queen sized bed as I twist my hair up into a bun in my bathroom.
I'd say it's creepy but it's Hayli. I'm used to it.
“Don't put your hair up,” she scolds. “It's so much prettier down.”
“It's gross,” I gripe dropping my hands. “It's all.....wavy.”
“It’s gorgeous,” Hayli fights fiddling with my white sheets that give the illusion there's paint splattered on them. “I bet Romeo thinks it's gorgeous.”
Pulling it to the side instead of putting it up I hush her, “Sh.”
“Are you shhing me because you don't want Nadie to hear or shhing me because you know I'm right.”
“I don't know that he thinks that.” I lean against the doorframe. “And why do you call him that? His name's Merrick.”
“I've seen the texts.” She shrugs. “I've heard him speak. That boy Jovi, is no amateur. He is a professional dater. Like Romeo.”
That's not...that's not....tell her how wrong she is.
Instead of correcting her, I nervously fiddle with the pockets of my jeans.
“Speak.”
“I'm not a dog,
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