I’d had sex before, but I never had a man with his tongue between my legs. “I’m cumming,” I whispered right before he slid his fingers into me, pumping them in and out as he sucked on my clit. He forced my first orgasm out and I shouted out in pleasure, his name becoming a moan off my lips. He continued to lap at me, rubbing my clit softly with his tongue. The sensation was sensual and so absolutely dirty.
Undoing his belt, I watched as he shoved down his pants and took out his rigid cock. It was so long and pretty. I wrapped my hands around it and he grunted and closed his eyes.
“So thick,” I whispered as I sat up and licked it.
“You don’t have to….” his voice ended in a rumble as I sucked the head of his dick into my mouth.
“Ahh, Sugar.”
He slid his hand around my neck and helped me along as I swallowed him up, giving him the best blow job, I could muster. It was dirty, and messy as I slobbered on it and choked on it. But this is how I wanted it. I was always the pure one, so pristine and educated. Even my partners were gentle with me, as if I were an expensive fragile vase that couldn’t be broken. What they didn’t know was that I needed someone to make me shatter into little pieces. Someone to fuck my brains out and not be afraid to slide their dick in deep.
I trailed my tongue along the base of his cock, sucking on his balls as I jacked him off. ”Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
“I want to be your good girl,” I hummed around his cock as I swallowed him again and he clenched his fist in my hair pulling me off him.
“Good girls don’t talk. They bend over and show what they’ve got to offer.”
I smiled up at him sexily and turned around. Propping myself on my knees, my hands on the edge of the couch as I arched my back while looking over my shoulder at him.
He gripped his cowboy hat and was about to slip it off when I reached out and stopped him. “Leave it on, Cowboy.”
“Fuck,” he said the word between clenched teeth, and he reared his hand back and spanked me.
I purred from the heat and rocked back and forth as his cock slid through my swollen lips. He spanked me again, squeezing my flesh as he teased me.
“I’m gonna make you such a good girl.”
Pressing down between my shoulder blades, he forced me to widen my knees and stick out my ass. His hands on my were strong, and possessive, and they felt so damn good as they stroked my sides, coming around to cup my breasts. They were sensitive and swollen, his grunt of approval made me gush as he pinched the nipples.
I moaned as the tip of his cock entered me. His hands gripped my hips possessively as he glided in deeper, spreading me onto his shaft.
I whimpered, clutching the edge of the couch and concentrating on my breathing. He was so thick; I could feel every inch of him. “Troy, please.”
My pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to ease into me, slowly torturing me. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he stroked my plump flesh as he started to fuck me.
The walls of my pussy contracted, and with each pull she was begging him not to leave her depths. I whined and whimpered as he slowly pulled in and out of me. The sensation was intensified by my need for this man. He filled me completely, and my body accepted him fervently.
I felt his hand sweep around me, his fingers dipping into my core and going right for my clit. I screamed, rocking back into him and meeting him stroke for stroke.
“So good,” I gasped as he got rougher. His thrusts got harder and deeper, each one taking my breath away.
“Such a pretty girl. Are you gonna cum on my cock, my pretty fairy?” Are you gonna make all my wishes come true?”
“Y-yes,” I croaked out, hissing as he spanked me harder.
He gripped my hair, tugging me up against his chest. “Yes, what,” he whispered into my ear and I clenched down on his cock as his hand continued to manipulate my clit.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.: He bit down on my shoulder and I flung myself forward, rocking on his cock. Being in this position was new for me and so erotic. The word dirty resounded in my head as I began to whisper words to him that I never thought I would.
Back and forth I went, chasing my pleasure. I heard him grunt as my ass slapped against his thighs, and my body took control of me, fucking him back as my orgasm consumed me. I shuddered and convulsed, moaning his name as I orgasmed harder than I ever had before. He wasn’t gentle with me, he flung me around and laid me back on the couch.
He entered me like that, slow and methodical. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I wrapped my legs around him, my hand drifting to cup his ass, loving the feel of his muscles flexing beneath my fingers.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Sugar. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“You’re gonna get me into so much trouble,” he mumbled against my breast as he drove himself into me.
“You feel incredible,” I whispered as I propped a leg up on the couch, one arm stopped me from falling off the edge as he continued to pound into me. It was rough and it was all consuming.
“I’m not gonna pull out.”
He stared down at me as he said those words, but before I could stop him, his hot seed was already spilling out into me.
I should have cared.
I should have worried.
I should have felt ashamed.
I didn’t.
On the contrary, I welcomed every drop of him. It just felt right. And as he dragged me into his arms and wrapped us in a soft blanket, I knew this wasn’t just any other fuck.
This was real.
8
Saddle
I fucked up.
Majorly.
I put my hands on a woman whom I vowed I wouldn’t touch. But I was acting on pure instinct and when I heard her scared voice, I knew something was wrong.
As I lay on her couch, completely sated, I stared at the Christmas tree she had up. It was colorful and bright just like her. I wasn’t sure where this was all headed or where it would end, but it felt right. She felt right.
Her ass rubbed up against my semi when she shifted, and I grunted. She giggled as she shifted again.
“Tease,” I whispered.
“How long have you been awake?” She turned to me.
“Just a few minutes.”
“Do you have to go?” she whispered, staring up at me.
“Not unless you want me to.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Then I’ll stay.”
She cuddled into my chest and hugged me tight. It had been so long since I’d been hugged, it felt strange, but in a good way.
“Why were you so upset when I called earlier?”
She stiffened in my arms and fell silent.
“You can trust me, Sugar. What happened?”
She sat up, taking the blanket with her as she shifted to the edge of the couch. I simply watched her, hating that she felt the need to move away from me. “My father…”
Here it came, the information we were waiting on. I sat quietly, holding my breath as she worked up her courage to tell me.
“My father was involved in that truck that crashed last night.”
“Are you sure?” I was careful when asking her because I didn’t want to seem too eager to learn what she’d found out.