million dollar high | joshler

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josh and i arrived at my penthouse but before we did anything, i texted kyle that i was okay and that i had someone over again so he couldn't come.

i could already hear his laughing.

once we were both inside and my door was locked, josh picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. he dropped me on my bed, climbing on top and tearing off my clothes, raking my body with his hands.

i pulled josh's shirt over his head as he unbuttoned his pants and slid off his boxers.

"god. you're such a slut, joseph." he said, fingering me to loosen me up.

"stop calling me that, dun," i whimpered out as scissored his fingers then pulling on a condom.

"you made me pretty angry. i can call you whatever i want." he grabbed the lube from my nightstand and rubbed it over his dick.

he inched into me, holding my thighs up around his waist as i held onto my comforter, biting my lip to contain my moan.

"i want to hear you moan."

i didn't want my neighbors to possibly hear us but whatever. i did anyway. listening to josh was weird as hell.

josh thrusted in and out of me, ramming harder with each thrust.

i wrapped my one hand around josh's shoulder as the other one was still attached to the bed. my knuckles began to turn white.

he wrapped his hand around my throat and fucked me harder and faster until i was a moaning mess and came on my stomach.

he finished a second or two later and plopped down next to me.

"why are you always so rough?" i asked, rubbing my neck, not even bothering with my ass.

"i wasn't that rough if you can still walk."