Page 88 of Yolo

And my mouth strained to accommodate more than just his cock head—which he’d had me sucking and enjoying only moments earlier.

Garrett’s tongue distracted me when it went up one side and down the other, not quite touching my clit, but giving me enough that my body tensed.

I was close.

I redoubled my efforts with his cock.

If he was going to make me come, he’d be following right behind me.

I would make sure of it.

I sucked his cock with renewed vigor with only one goal in mind.

Him, noticing my attentions, laughed against my pussy.

The vibration of his laugh had my entire body tensing.

Letting one hand go from around his cock, I used the other to twist and squeeze, going tighter than I would’ve thought would be comfortable.

Every time I twisted and squeezed harder, his abs would tense underneath my bare breasts, letting me know that he liked it.

Keeping that in mind, I cupped his balls in a soft hand and squeezed lightly.

He groaned, and I lost the battle with my orgasm.

I came all over his face, his fingers still shoved deep when I tightened down hard onto them.

I cried out around his cock, taking him in deeper than I intended to in my moment of weakness.

“Fuckkk,” he growled against my clit. “There you go, baby. Come on my fingers. Soak my hand in your juice.”

I had no other recourse but to do just that.

Coming for Garrett Carter was a given.

I knew that I’d never leave his bed sexually frustrated—unless he wanted me that way.

What I didn’t realize when I’d taken him into my body was just how wrung out he’d leave me when he took me.

With a chuckle, he rolled me over onto my back, lined his cock up with my still-throbbing pussy, and slammed inside.

“Yesss,” I cried out. “Yes, fuck me, Gee!”

He fucked me.

He fucked me so good that I was crying out in surprise with each thrust.

His growl had goose bumps filling my extremities, and just as I was about to fall over the edge a second time, he cried out and pulled his cock from my pussy.

“No!” I cried, reaching for him again.

With his struggle to get away, and my struggle to hold on, he did this weird limbo thing where his cock entered me once, pulled back out, then entered me only partially with each of us crying out in frustration.

In the end, his cock head was slightly lodged inside of me when each of us came down from our orgasms.

I lay panting on the bed, shaken and spent.

He was on his knees, both hands planted on my hips as he struggled with the desire to pull me closer but also push me away.