4. Chapter Four
Chapter Four
If I don’t pull out of her mouth, I’m going to prematurely shoot my load down her throat. I free myself from her mouth and slow things down. Taking my time to kiss her all over while she explores the contours of my muscles with the soft pads of her dainty fingers.
I jerk her panties down her thighs and breathe in the intoxicating scent of her arousal, eager to have a taste of the heaven between her thighs.
“Fuck, baby. You’re perfect.” She’s going to be the death of me. My heart pounds against my ribs. I spread her legs and sink my tongue into her sweet hole. She melts on my tongue like sugar. She bucks her hips, hungry for more, and I replace my mouth with two fingers, getting her primed and ready to take my big dick.
“Ah. Ah,” she sings for me.
Rolling one nipple between my fingers, I latch onto the other, tasting and teasing both until they are taut. Her back arches off the bed, like the string of bow ready to snap. She’s so close to getting off. Her greedy cunt squeezes and shudders around my thick, rough digits.
“Eyes on me when you come, Gwynee.”
Her lashes and lids flutter open, her gorgeous green eyes locking onto my gaze while her mouth parts to make more sweet music for me.
“Show me how you touch yourself.” She slides a hand between us, rubbing her clit in time with the thrusting of my fingers.
A tremor ripples through her and her juices soak my hand when she squirts for me.
I help her ride out the wave and then she’s on me, ready for the next.
Gwynee sinks down, impaling herself on my cock. Fucking beautiful. Have barely had a taste and already find myself becoming addicted. I don’t do the relationship thing, but I’ve got to get her on my rotation. Because fuck me, her cunt is sweet. Fucking perfect. No one has ever had this effect on me.
I want to own every piece of her, and I don’t even know her. She has this fucking glow about her that warms every part of me. One look from her and feelings and desires I thought I’d never experience again are rushing at me with a brutal force that is enough to take me to my knees and beg her to be mine in every sense of the word.
Can’t explain it.
All I know is that I want to take whatever this is between us for a test drive and see where we land.
I grip her hips as she grinds like a pro. Riding my dick like her life depends on making me come. And fuck me if she keeps doing that little thing she does, biting that lip and touching herself I’m going to blow. She’s that good. That sexy. A hot little piece that makes me feel young again.
Her tits jiggle and shake, hypnotizing me as she rolls her hips. She plants her palms on my tattooed chest and leans forward to meet my mouth. I grip her right hip with one hand and her throat with my other, keeping her right where I want her as I thrust my hips in time with her. The sounds her body makes at my command are fucking beautiful.
“That’s it, babe. Ride this dick like you own it.”
Her lips part to allow her breathy pants to escape. Her sweet cunt pulsates and squeezes my dick. She’s so damn tight and warm. Fucking velvet heat. I sense she’s about to get off, but I don’t want her to quite yet. I stop her movements, and stare at her pretty pink pussy swollen and stuffed with my fat cock like a perfect fucking fit, wishing I had my phone to snap a picture to look at later.
Next time .
I roll us over to missionary style. “Think I promised to fuck you hard,” I grit out and line back up, but first I want to tease her a bit. I slap the head of my weeping cock against her clit, sliding him between her pussy lips, wishing I could take this condom off and feel her skin to skin. I’m a no glove no love kind of man, but Gwynee and her irresistible pussy have me ten shades of fucked up because right now I want to rip this barrier away and pump her full of my come.
After Shelia trapped me with Sissy, I was loyal to her only to find out she’d been fucking my brother and, after all we’d been through, my kid might not have ever been mine. Then she died, and I swore I’d never have another ol’ lady or another kid. I raised Sissy and took in my traitorous brother’s daughter. Had been raising that girl most of her life as it was. But after all that shit, I’ve protected myself from ever getting fucked over like that again.
But now it’s been over ten years, and I know I’ve gotta move on. And in ways I have. There’s women in my life. Ones I fuck weekly. Keep them on a schedule. A rotation. Never in all these years has anyone made me question my choices.
Until tonight.
Until Gwynee and her voodoo pussy.
She’s perfect. So tight. Sweet. Beautiful. Like she was made for me with her sassy mouth and big tits that I’m going to fuck in the very near future. Just looking at her makes me want to get off. I’m that close. Two strokes and I could come.
No one, and I mean no one, has ever had a chokehold on my dick like this before.
I must be losing my damn mind, because I take her hand and place it between us on my dick. “Take it off so I can feel you,” I growl.
She stares at me with hungry eyes and does just that.
We both want this, consequences be damned.
With nothing separating us, I root myself inside her, having felt nothing better in my life. Jesus. Her pussy molds to my dick like a glove.
I take a moment to enjoy the wet, silken feel of her, careful not to crush her under my weight.
As promised, I fuck her hard and fast, unable to stop myself.
She’s got me ready to spout words I couldn’t possibly mean and promises I can’t keep.
I close my eyes, afraid if I look at her, I’ll lose control of my tongue and voice these crazy thoughts aloud. That can’t happen. I’m not a good guy. Far from it. I’m not the man she needs, but tonight I’m giving her what she needs. To be reminded that she’s beautiful and should be cherished. Her body was made to be worshiped. She’s a fucking goddess.
Only when she’s gotten off do I allow myself to come.
I pull out and blow my load across her stomach, filling her belly button with my spunk.
I collapse next to her in a sweaty heap to catch my breath and come back down from the high that is Gwynee.
She’s quiet as I gather her against me, her back pressing into the solid planes of my chest. I don’t usually stay in bed with women after sex, but I find myself wanting to be close to her.
I’m not ready for this night to end, and I wish I’d taken her back to my place to prolong the inevitable.
We’re both silent for a while, the only sounds being our heavy breaths and the occasional car driving past her apartment. I’m unable to fall asleep and can tell she’s still awake as well.
I’m the first to break the silence. “You okay, babe?”
There’s a beat before she answers, “Yeah, I’m better than okay. That was…I’m still recovering.”
I chuckle at her choice of words. They are a compliment to my performance in bed. It’s not like I don’t already know this, but to hear her voice it makes the sentiment somehow sweeter.
Gwynee shifts, turning around to face me. The room is dark, but I can make out the curve of her body and the sparkle in her eyes as she looks up at me, gliding a hand across my chest and up the side of my neck. “Tonight was exactly what I needed.”
“I’ve got no complaints.”
She pinches one of my nipples in response and though I can’t see her face in the dark, I can imagine the glare she’s giving me.
“I need to clean up.” She scoots off the edge of the bed and retreats to the bathroom, leaving me to contemplate if I should leave.
I’m not good at the after. Normally, I get off and go home alone. That’s how I like it, but as I watch her scurry back to the bed, I’m thinking it’s time to do some things differently.
Gwynee snuggles back into my side, placing her cold feet against my legs. I wrap an arm around her, keeping her close. We lay here tangled up in each other and the silence of the late-night hour lulls her to sleep.
I’m not used to falling asleep next to someone else, so it takes me a bit to mellow out. That and her bed is too fucking small. My feet nearly dangle off the edge over the footboard. I’m tempted to wake her to have another go at it, but I’ll save my energy for when morning finds us.