Page 124 of Property of Yak

Her smile grows. “I guess I owe you one then. So are you going to do it?”

Reaching my fingers between her legs, I’m grateful she’s already wet. She must have been turned on before she woke up, which makes me wonder…

“What were you dreaming about, Angel?”

Her cheeks heat. “You between my legs. Much like this, but there was a lot more pleasure, and I screamed your name a time or two. I’m not sure you’re up for the task, though.”

I growl, flipping her over onto her back.

It’s what she wanted. It’s why she taunts me. She knows how to get me to fuck her the way she needs.

Pulling my boxers off, I tear her panties in two. Then I slide into her in one thrust, and she gasps as my eyes close.

I fucking love this woman.

I set a relentless pace, rutting into her like a man possessed. She holds on, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arches her back. I feel it the moment she comes. Her pussy grips me so hard I see stars.

It takes everything I have not to come right in that moment, but I’m not done with her yet.

Pulling out, I move down her body and suck and lick her clit. Her hands find my hair as she pulls me closer to her.

“Jameson, I can’t.”

I don’t respond. She can and will give me another orgasm.

She wiggles under me, her body begging for more, yet trying to get away at the same time. I don’t let up. I shove two fingers inside of her, fucking her with my tongue at the same time until she comes all over my face.

When I finally pull away, she has melted into the bed, her body languid. Flipping her over, I grab her hips and slide back in.

“Jameson,” she whines.

“Shh. This is for me. You can take it, Angel.”

She mewls a little but doesn’t stop me. I continue at a slower pace, building back up the pleasure. When I’m close, I pick up the pace, reaching around to circle her clit.

When she comes a third time, I finally give in to my own pleasure, filling her to the brim with my release.

Pulling out of her, I lie on my back before arranging her on top of me so I can slide back into her.

“Rest now,” I manage to pant out.

“I think I could get used to this cock-warming thing,” she moans.

“Cock warming?” I question.

“That’s what the internet calls it when you keep your cock in me all night.”

“You researched it?” I am dumbfounded.

“Yep. I wanted to know what the appeal is. With you, I like keeping you close. It’s like our thing.”

I shake my head. “You are ridiculous.”

“You’re the one who wants to keep your cock in me.”

“Touché.”

“I love you, Jameson.”