by Scott Wylder
Her heart flipped and flopped like a fish on a hot riverbank.
He pushed down his shorts and stood before her fully erect. “If you aren’t interested, tell me no. I’ll leave you alone and no hard feelings.”
Her gaze was glued to his engorged member. He was so big. And he was hard for her. She needed him to fill her with pleasure and give her release. She was wet down an inch or more down the insides of her thighs.
Gage reached down and took hold of the hem of her shirt, pulling it slowly and gently up and over her head. He tossed it to the floor behind her and put his hands on her bare shoulders. “I’ll stop if you tell me to, but you have to tell me to stop, Jazmyn.”
She reached out and placed her hands on his chest, tilting her face up to his. “Don’t stop, Gage. Pleasure me; comfort me; no strings.”
As he pulled her to him, his erection pressed into the soft flesh of her stomach, she locked her hands behind his neck and they met in a deep, exploratory kiss that ended with both of them moaning and pressing toward each other.
Gage hooked a hand under each of her ass cheeks and as he lifted her, she spread her legs and pulled upward with her hands still locked behind his neck. As her wetness pressed against the shaft of his cock, he groaned and shivered.
“You’re definitely interested,” he said against her neck where he bit and nuzzled as he carried her toward the sofa. He sat with her still straddling him and maneuvered so he could push up and into her.
Jazmyn gave as much pleasure and comfort as she received. And, though there may not have been any strings attached, they lay tangled with each other, sleeping for several hours afterward. That was another form of pleasure and comfort which Jazmyn happily accepted.
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