Chapter 26: All I Want Is You.

“I want to see you. Take them off,” I whimpered as I felt the familiar build up inside of my body. Josh stood and let the material fall to the floor, thick and hard in his hand as I stared in wide-eyed wonder at his cock. I slipped another finger inside, thumbing my clit as he knelt before me on the bed and slowly stroked himself.

“I want you inside of me.” I moaned out loudly. The tone of my voice feels foreign but I care less at that moment. I was on the edge and all I needed was just to orgasm and the only person who could help me with that is Josh.

“Come for me. Come on your hand and feed it to me,” Josh told me in a hoarse voice as I moved deeper inside of my body. His eyes on me made

me jerk and his hand moving up and down over himself sent me over the edge. I cried out, pushing back against the pillows as he dropped his hand and leaned forward to kiss my thighs as I kept coming. He took my hand when I was still, sucking the essence off my fingers as I opened my eyes to

look curiously at him.

“Did you do this at home when I was sleeping?” I whispered as he met my gaze with a carnal one of his own. I wonder if he has been thinking about this all along the same way I have. If he also lust after his best friend's daughter. I want to know if he ever jerked off with the thought of my pussy in his mouth. Does he even think about me at all? What if we don't happen to be in this forbidden situation, will he have taken his chance and let it go the way we want? Do I even have a chance with being with him in the future? All of these came running in my mind but I didn't let that trail of thoughts get far before I shrugged it away. “You’ve tasted me before.” I say to him, josh paused to look at me before answering.

“Yes, I have tasted your sweet creamy pussy before Honey, one of the best thing I'll ever put in my mouth and I have never gotten that out of my memory. Things like that don't go easily.” Josh said as he took a closer look at me. I blushed sheepily like a new bride. His eyes pointing right into me which is extremely awkward for me. I'm feeling uncomfortable a bit, it's absurd for me to feel that way because I'm stark naked in front of him, with my pussy in my hand but his face just a few inches away from mine.

Before I can think of anything to say to make him call me “baby girl” again, he does something. He gets on his knees right in front of me. At the foot of the bed. In direct view of the apex of my thighs. My hand freezes and stayed glued to the same spot, and I don’t realize it until he motions at it. “You can’t get yourself off?” he asked pointing to my hand in my pussy.

“I…can.” I suck at lying. One of the things I hate about myself, my face is like an open book so you could easily detect if I'm telling the truth or not. Same thing goes for when I want something, my face give me out most of the time. Dad knows, the mor e reason why I do avoid making a video call with him while I was still in school. I would lie on bad connection most of the time.

“ But right now, it doesn’t seem like it. You've been this way for the past ten minutes” he say and I'm sure he's right beacuse I've been respecting the same process for some time now with no result. I couldn't possibly tell him he's the reason why I couldn't get off even though I'm turned on so much. He wanted to see how I get off when I'm alone, filled with dirty thought and thinking about my dad's best friend's hot and long cock in my pussy pushing in and out repeatedly while I cry out in nothing but pleasure. I can't explain right? Or can I??

"Answer me, Annie? You couldn't get yourself off, why?" He asked his hot breath fanning my neck as he is pressed against my chest.

“I do…usually, most times" I quickly added. Well, that is not a lie, I do get off by myself even without needing any thing to propel me to it. I'll get turned on watching porn or even thinking about Josh himself.

“Not today, apparently. What could have happened that you couldn't get off with how much aroused you are. I can see how soaked you are and can even smell your arousal from where I am sitting. What could be wrong Annie, is it that you want something else, like my hand or something or you are getting awkward and want me to turn my back.” He reaches a hand to wear my panties meet my hip and I stop breathing when it makes contact. I could swear right there that it takes everything in me not to cum on his hands. A little connection is what I need and that is what is happening right now. Only hind finger brush my tight and I'm feeling this way already. When his skin kisses mine and then drags them down my thighs I swallowed a moan that is forcing to escape.

They’re in his hands now, my lace panties that I’m thankful I chose this morning. It's a see through one,the ones I got hoping anything could happen between my jerk of ex boyfriend, Pete. Unfortunately nothing happened and I'm glad I'm with someone who I've always lust after now. Josh. Always josh, forever him.

And then they’re in his pocket. Not on the floor, not somewhere no one would care about. They’re with him. He smelled them and close his eyes before keeping it in his pocket. I like that idea even though I don't know where any of it is coming from. I love it anyways and that's all that matters.

“Open your legs wide. Let me see.” he says in that commanding tone I've grown to know. The tone you can't say no. It's the finality that strikes me. The tone that can tell if he wants me of not. It's not like my dad, forbidden and a little demanding one. Josh own has a little twist of pleasure in it. It's the tone that can scold and make you cry at the same time. That's the kind of tone his commanding voice has.

My fingers tremble on my folds and I do as he tells me, parting my thighs, letting him observe how drenched I am because he’s been watching me all along. Right from the begining. Well it his idea from the start He grabs my ankle and pulls me further. My elbow gives out, and I squeal when my back hits the mattress as he drags me to the foot of the bed. But that's not al. l My legs are on his shoulders. They’re hanging loosely on those broad,hard shoulders and he’s so close that I’m intoxicated with his scent. I feel like those spices from his scent now, hot and tingly and unable to cool down, even if there was water.

“Did I say you could remove your hand from your pussy, Annie?” his voice roared. He is not angry, I could tell.

It’s then I realize my hand has fallen to the side. “No.”

“No, I didn’t, and that means you put it back in and you don’t remove it until I say so.”

God. Why the hell does he sound so hot when he’s dishing out orders as if this were a war and I’m a soldier in his battalion?

Because there’s something else his orders do. They make me even hotter with a chance of melting right beneath his gaze. When I take my time to comply with his order, he grabs my hand and places it back on my core. I’m burning now, blushing something furious beneath his touch. But it doesn’t end there, because he jams my middle finger inside me. Just like that.

His soft tongue slid into my mouth and caressed, and instinctively, my hand grabbed a fistful of hair at the base of his skull. I wasn’t going to be able to stand much longer if he kept kissing me like that. I pulsed with need.

Fingertips worked the clasp of my bra, and it popped loose, sliding down to catch on my elbows. I tossed it aside and reached for the hem of his shirt, but he beat me to it. Up the cotton t-shirt went, and then it was cast off, bringing his solid form into view. I wasn’t prepared for how good he looked. Josh was all hard muscle twisted over his frame, a patch of hair covering his chest and arrowing down to disappear beneath his jeans.

My little clit was swollen and desperate for some attention but I was keen to see his cock so I slipped down his body and unbuttoned his trousers so he could slide them off. As he did this his beautifully erect dick bounced free and stood to its full attention. I cheekily enquired what was turning him on more, listening to them fucking or playing with my tits and he just smiled knowing full well we were both getting our kicks from the whole scenario.

I swallowed hard when he pressed our warm, naked skin together. If it was supposed to be wrong, why the hell did it feel right?

Somehow, between our passionate, greedy kisses and wandering hands, I found myself backed up to the bed, where the duvet touched the backs of my thighs below my shorts. His hands cupped my breasts and pushed them together,making it easier for him to run his lips and tongue fr

om one aching nipple to the other, and back again.