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down over his
shaft with my lips. I looked at the state of him and decided that might blow
his mind. Best to do this the traditional way.
    As it was, the way he watched me when I licked my fingertips
told me I’d made the right decision. I touched my wet fingers to his crown,
feeling its smooth, round dome as I lubricated his most sensitive area. Then I
slipped the condom on top, making sure to caress his ridge as I rolled it down
over the thick inches of him. “Damn it, Josie,” he murmured, biting that sexy
lower lip. “You’re gonna demolish me.” Then he looked at me like he was about
to mean business, and he took my hips and positioned me over him.
    He let me lower myself down. This was good because, even
after he’d teased me ready and made me come so hard, and just looking at him
had me hungry to put him inside my body, I knew he was going to be a tight fit.
    There’s a moment, if a skillful man knows to go slow, that
the head of his cock strains to clear the small, tight opening of the pussy. It
pushes, it wants in, and as much as the woman may want it too, her body still
doesn’t give against the desired invader, not just yet. And then—“ Ohhhmygod.”
    “You okay?” he gasped.
    “Hell’s bells, yes,” I answered, my eyelids fluttering
closed as the length of him filled me. “Miles, yes. Yes,” I whispered.
    I rode him slow, getting used to him. My pussy wrapped
around his cock with loving effort, my slick and lustful want for him making
that easier with every slow, sweet rise and fall on his shaft. An inch more of
him, or me aching an inch less for him, and he might’ve been just this side of
painful. He was almost too much yet I couldn’t get enough. I slid up and down
him, occasionally pausing to grind against his pelvis to feel how deep inside
me he really was.
    The only thing that could improve on this was the view I
knew would be hot. I opened my eyes. Miles had his head back far, his chest
arching, and then he came back and looked at me from my eyes to my tits to his
cock disappearing inside me, and then back to connect with my eyes again. He
held my hips tight, hard, wanting to drive but letting me. “Damn, Josie, you’re
a beauty,” he said through heavy breaths. “I want to make you feel good again.”
    “Not yet,” I said, putting my hands on his chest. “Remember
what you told me? Sit back, relax and enjoy the show.” I gave him a teasing
kiss, enjoying the way his mouth tried to stay with mine as I pulled away.
    I sat upright on him again and moved my hips in a lazy
infinity shape, going side to side in a flat figure eight instead of up and
down so I could keep him hard longer. As I did that, my hands grazed the sides
of my body, up to my breasts. My fingers played along the outside, accentuating
their roundness, the way they hung like ripe fruit. I enjoyed the feeling and I
knew Miles would like the way I looked while touching myself. He followed my
movements with mesmerized eyes. I traced the circlets of my nipples before
pinching them lightly. Then I slowly reached down, took his hands from my hips
and brought them to my breasts. Together we pressed them to burlesque cleavage.
I’d wanted to keep riding him slow, but the feel of his hands squeezing my tits
and his cock filling my pussy made me moan his name between my clenched teeth.
And that, apparently, was all he could take.
    His arms went around me like lightning, and I gasped as he
stood and lifted me up and parked my butt on the top of the seat in front of
us. It leaned down obligingly in perfect line with his hips. Miles held me
tight and started ramming his cock inside me, not withdrawing too far before he
thrust in quickly again. He was possessing me, taking me—and where he was
going, I wanted to be taken.
    I wrapped my legs around him, my cowgirl boots hooking
behind his driving hips. I couldn’t be quiet. The sounds of passion got louder
and louder as he pumped harder into my pussy, my honey making each