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Maybe it was the thought of him kissing Brock or maybe it was because I had just told Josh that I loved him, for the first time. Whatever the cause, I desperately needed to feel him inside of me.
"Make love to me," I whispered.
He quickly had me pinned against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed my collarbone, nibbled my neck, and fondled my breasts. His hard cock found my needy pussy and drove deep inside. I was so turned on; it did not take long to orgasm.
I was still trying to catch my breath when he carried me to the loveseat and spun me around, bending me over the back. This time, he took his time. When his head touched my seam, my whole body quivered. He teased me, rubbing himself up and down my slick lips. I needed him inside of me again. Looking over my shoulder, I snarled, "Fuck me."
When he slammed home, I let out a gasp. He was so damn hard. I wondered if he was thinking about me or Brock. When he grabbed my hips and thrust again, I decided I did not care who he was thinking about. I just wanted him to pound me with that thick cock.
Matching his every thrust, needing him as deep as possible, we fucked hard. I felt another orgasm building in my core and let Josh take control. He knew my body well.
Pulling me back against him, he increased the pace. The air was alive with the sounds of our grunts and groans, and the slapping of our flesh.
His balls grazed my nub each time our bodies collided. Every thrust made me wetter. I contracted my muscles, to increase the friction.
When he moaned, 'cum for me.' I lost all control.