“Need me to pull out?”
“Don’t you dare.” He glared at me, though the effect was ruined by his blissed-out expression. “Okay. Fuck me. I’m ready.”
I pulled out, then pushed back in.
“Goddamn, you feel good.”
“You too,” he groaned. “More. I can take it.”
“Fuck.”
The snarl that came out of me was primal and savage, and I pulled almost all the way out, then plunged back in.
“Yes!”
Jules arched into me, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and yanked me on top of him.
His lips met mine in a messy, wet kiss that was all teeth and tongues. It was desperate and needy and so damn perfect.
I was thrusting into him hard now, my thighs hitting against his ass, my balls slapping his taint.
“Holy fuck,” he cried against my lips. “Ash.”
“That’s it,” I shifted so my abs ran over his cock where it was pinned between our bodies. “You like when I fuck you?”
“Yes!”
“You like feeling my big cock in your ass?”
“Yes,” he sobbed, pushing back against my thrusts as if trying to impale himself on my dick.
“Fuck, Jules. You’re so hungry for it.”
He made a strangled sound and tried to shove his hand between our bodies.
“What do you need, kitten?”
“Touch me,” he begged, his eyes crazed and his mouth slack.
“Fuck.”
I jammed my hand between us and grabbed his cock. He was hot and hard and wet with precum.
Unable to stop myself, I pulled out of him and shimmied down his body.
“What are you—oh fuck!”
His fingers twisted in my hair as I sucked him into the back of my throat, needing to taste him, and give my dick a break so I didn’t come before him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted.
He tugged at my hair, the pain radiating through my body and mixing with the pleasure in a way that set my nerve endings on fire.
I pulled off his cock with a lewdpop.
“Wait, why did you—oh god.”
“That’s it, kitten. Take those fingers,” I said as I rubbed his prostate.