Jourdan Mathews has a secret, and she knows she needs to take this one to the grave.
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Her life was never complicated: a college student with a close family, good friends, and a plan for her future as a doctor. Had that night had never happened...
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Jourdan's bright red finger nails dig into my chest, her head thrown back and eyes closed as she moans softly, her hips undulating up and down easily as she straddles me. I groan, my hands tightening around her waist, guiding her on my dick, trying to keep my shit together as the feeling of her pussy spamming around me sends waves of pleasure through my body.
"Fuck baby." I mutter, voice hoarse and dry as she laughs gently, moving a bit faster now and opening her eyes to look down at me.
"Touch me." She commands, brown eyes bright and electrified, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders. I grin, chest heaving as I try to control my breathing while I move my hand slightly so I can finger her clit.
We'd barely been awake five minutes this morning before she was rolling on top of me, and I was reaching into the drawer of my nightstand to grab a condom. I'd thought she'd sleep until the afternoon, like she did the first night she ever spent in my bed earlier this year.
Especially after we'd had sex last night until I could see the light starting to change through my windows. True, we'd taken an hour long cat nap at some point, it might have been around 2 am, but I couldn't be sure. It didn't last long though, as I'd been unable to resist waking her up to glide my tongue over sweet clit. Which triggered another round where I'd thrown her legs over my shoulders and plowed into her like there was no tomorrow.
But then, this morning, as soon as I'd rolled the condom on, she was sinking down onto me, her walls squeezing me and drawing the tension that's been in my balls for weeks now out. It's the best thing I've ever felt.
I don't know what it is exactly, I've had sex with plenty of girls and even from the beginning I knew I loved it, as long as the girl was just as into as I was. But right now, with Jourdan's soft, curvy body grinding on me, my eyes able to see every inch of her in the early morning light, I know this is different.
Last night was different.
I thought it was just because it was our first time. That I was excited to finally get what I'd been fantasizing about for years, but it wasn't just that.
It's her.
It's our connection. The way I feel when I'm with her that makes this the most intense, existential experience of my life.
"Faster." She sighs, head lulling back again grinding into my touch as my free hand guides her up and down. I do just that, moving my thumb harder against her clit and her thighs tighten around my waist, squeezing me and causing me to swallow another groan. Her ample breasts sway with the motion of her riding me, soft pink nipples pulled into tight little buds.
"I'm gonna cum." She cries out, nails digging harder into my chest, her hips bouncing faster now as she leans forward and kisses me hard. It's hot and passionate and so raw that I think I'm about as close as she is, the tingling at the base of my spine intensifying as her walls tighten around me. She breaks off the kiss, panting as her head falls next to mine, her moans echoing in my ear.
