The salty taste of him was addicting, the way his throbbing cock pulsed against my lips as I sucked to taste more of him. My mom says it hits harder when you’ve been the one holding everything together.”
His words surprised me, their wisdom out of place in someone so young. My cries rang out, raw and desperate. And then I saw it—his body reacting to the sight of me, growing ready to claim me once again. My fingers curled around his waistband, then slowly, deliberately, I tugged his pants down, the fabric sliding against his skin. He pulled me into him possessively, his body pressing firmly against mine. This moment was everything I’d been craving, and I was ready to let him take me completely. His fingers tangled into my hair, firm but not rough, possessive yet tender. I wanted to see it all—the moment when he lost control, when his body finally surrendered
His knees buckled slightly, and I could feel the way his body tightened before his release surged forward. The heat and texture of him sent a thrill through me. He nodded eagerly, his chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath. The room was alive with the sounds of our bodies moving in perfect rhythm, each thrust filling me completely, over and over.
