Page 101 of Fierce-Jonah

“Shit yeah,” he said.

“See what flexing does for me,” she said, pushing her thong off and putting her legs apart some. One hand went down between her legs to her inner thigh and then back up her body to her mouth. She put her finger in her mouth and then brought it back down to rub herself.

He noticed his dick almost bouncing as he grew to a breaking point.

“Keep doing it,” he said.

“I plan on it,” she said. “I’m going to make myself come while you watch and then when I am, I’m going to climb on top of you and slam down. I want to see how fast you can try to buck me off.”

“I don’t want you off of me,” he said. His eyes were watching her hand move in between her lower lips, rubbing herself, her other hand pinching a nipple pebbling through her bra.

“I know you don’t, but I want you to act like you’re a bronco trying to throw me.”

She giggled when she said that and he wasn’t sure what she meant by that or what was so funny, but he was too lost in what she was doing in front of him.

“Does that feel good?” he asked

Her eyes were closed now as her hand moved faster up and down, then stopped at her swollen nub and circled around.

“Very much so,” she said. “I do this at night when I’m alone and wish you were with me.”

This was news to him. “Maybe you need to be with me more,” he said.

“I might be persuaded,” she said.

“Come over here and touch yourself,” he said. “I can tell you’re getting close. I don’t want you to have to move too far when you climb on me.”

“Slam down on you,” she corrected. “Get the word right. And keep your hands locked behind you.”

He did as he was told, she unhooked her bra and let it drop, then straddled him on the bed.

He had a nice up-close view of what she was doing while she was close to his dick.

She was almost grinding against him as she flicked at her nub and all he wanted to do was put his hands on her breasts and help her along, but she’d told him no. That he had to stay like this and watch.

He sure the hell was enjoying the view.

“You’re getting close,” he said. “You’re breathing is heavy.”

“I am,” she said. “It’s because you’re struggling. I can see how tense all your muscles are. Oh God, the body on you.”

“That’s it,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Keep it up. I want you to come for me. Then I’m going to fuck you hard.”

Her eyes opened, a groan escaped her lips, the same one she let out when she started to come, and he knew he was going to burst the minute he sank inside of her.

She moved fast and slammed down hard on him like she’d said. “Keep your hands there and buck me off. I want to ride you. Give us both a workout.”

His fingers were locked behind his head in a grip tighter than concrete around a post and his hips were rising up faster than ever before. His abs were burning and there was sweat on his brow. He saw the same on her. Her hands were up behind her head and she was trying to balance while he was going at it.

The two of them were making more noise than they ever had before until he felt as if the lights were flickering in the room as he shot right up into her, the throbbing more intense than ever. He felt her continuing to come around him and reached his hand out, wrapped it around her hair and pulled her mouth to his.

As they were coming, both of them were moving back and forth, against and together, trying to get the last drop of pleasure they could from each other until they both just stilled and lay there, their bodies damp and hearts racing.

“I think your neighbors might have heard this time,” she said.

“Which is why I kissed you,” he said, his hand sliding up and down her back. “Do I want to know what that was all about?”

“Aside from a nice workout after all the food, I just wanted to know if I could ride a bull. Sorry, bronco.” Then she laughed a little.