“You okay, baby?” he finally asked in a low, hoarse tone. He thrust roughly against me.
Big John’s cock was still hard as concrete. Would he expect me to reciprocate? It was only fair. I thrust up, letting him know without words that I was very much aware of his predicament. Then I moved my hand to the front of his pants with the intention of undoing them. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to feel him in my hands. I was sure that he was of the same mind, which made it more confusing when he sat up and away from me. He pulled me up with him.
“I appreciate the thought, but it’s not going to happen. I’m not a boy who can’t hold out for the prize,” he growled. “The first time I come, it’s going to be inside this tight pussy.” I gasped as his hand cupped my heat. “Not by your hand, or my hand, hell, not even your mouth, but by this. It’s going to be hard and rough and it’s going to be more than once. I’m going to fuck you into the next day.”
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