I roll on the condom, and her tits move up and down as she takes in deep breaths.

“Breathe easy, baby,” I tell her. “You ever fucked a man this big before?”

“No,” she says, nearly whispering. “But, God, I want to. So bad.”

She’s nearly panting with desire, and I won’t make her wait any longer.

I lift her narrow waist, and ease her onto me. Her hand holds my thick rod, leading it into her opening.

“Oh, oh, god,” she moans softly.

“Does it hurt?” I wince. I’ve been with loads of women who are impressed with my cock. Hell, I get paid to show my package onstage, wearing a thong–and, hell no, I don’t stuff that thing. I’ve got a cock that makes women drool. But this is different.

JoJo genuinely seems to be having a hard time taking me, in a way that’s different than just needing some lube.

“It’s okay ... it’s just.” She stops, shakes her head.

“It’s what?” I ask, as she lowers herself a few inches down my cock. Oh, God, her tight pussy feels so fucking amazing.

“Nothing,” she says, adamant. “Fuck me like you would anyone else. I want it.”

I swivel my hips up, to help her onto me without force or strain. I don’t want this to be painful. She has no idea how good it’s gonna feel once she has me all the way inside her.

“I’m not gonna fuck you like anyone else, JoJo. You’re singular.”

Her eyes look worried. “This is a one-time thing, though, right. Just sex, no strings?”

“No strings,” I tell her, caught off guard a bit. Most women are dying for strings. Most women want to fucking tie my heart up with a chain and tether it to their fucking life.

I wasn’t lying when I said JoJo wasn’t like anyone else.

“Good,” she says, taking a deep breath. “Then let’s do this, McQueen. Really, really do this.”

I see that glint in her eye again, the mischievous, living-on-the-wild-side glint. A glint I’m guessing she doesn’t let herself enjoy often, given the way she hesitates so much with me.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders, sinking into me completely, moaning as she does.

“Oh, God, yes, that’s it,” I tell her.

I hold her ass, running my hands over her cheeks as I watch her grind against me nice and slow. I love watching a woman on top of me, getting herself off nice and good, but JoJo is different.

She’s enjoying this in a way I’ve never seen before, arching her back as she experiences the fullness of me. “Mmmhhhhmmm,” she hums in my ear.

She moves around, her hips intoxicating in their slow motion. She’s taking her time, and God, it’s a sight to see.

Her tits are the perfect size for my hands. I massage them softly, pulling her hard nipple into my mouth as I feel her juice pour out from her. My cock is fucking on fire as she teases me, unknowingly, with each movement she makes against my groin.

Her body moves faster as she find a rhythm that hits her g-spot, because then it’s like her faucet is turned on. I smack her ass, just completely taken away with how she pivots her body so naturally, moving herself deeper and deeper with me in her. Her moans increase, getting louder as she nears climax.

“Oh, yeah, JoJo, that feels so fucking good,” I tell her, thrusting against her as she grabs my neck highly, freezing in mid-motion as an orgasm washes over her, her voice a deep moan, completely harmonizing with her body. She stills, and I pause too, wanting her to enjoy every moment of her release.

When she closes her eyes, I move, knowing she’ll get another wave as I thrust into her again, again, again. I come, squeezing her ass as I do.

She collapses against my chest, and I hold her there, trying to catch my breath. I swear I just had the best sex of my life, and half of that pleasure came from watching JoJo get off. She was like a mermaid, moving gracefully, her long red hair dripping all over us as we fucked. Her body moving so effortlessly, it was as if she were swimming.





JoJo


My body shakes in a perfect, oh my God, was that even real? sort of way. I get why McQueen has the reputation he has. Because whatever he just did to me was unreal. Beyond what I imagined sex could be. And I see how once would never be enough.

Although, for me, it has to be. Because my family means everything to me ... and my father is arranging my marriage.

I can’t think about that right now. Right now, McQueen is still inside of me.