45. The Best Graduation Day Accessory Is A Creampie
FORTY-FIVE
the best graduation day accessory is a creampie
Wesley
That night, Dahlia and I curl up in my bed, her head against my chest. Her soft hair tangles between my fingers as I brush my fingers along her scalp. This moment feels so perfect, I’ve never felt this at ease with another person, let alone myself.
There’s so much I want to say to Dahlia, so much I want her to know in this moment. My mind whirs trying to think of what to say to convince her to stay for good when she speaks. “What does the future look like for us?”
“Whatever we want it too, I think,” I reply.
“Tell me what you see for us.”
My throat tightens with unexpected emotion, swallowing becoming a chore.
“Well, I think I see us, happy and in love. I see the farm thriving, maybe the orchard is on its way to redemption. I see you changing lives with this therapy program, running something to help a lot of lost souls. Lost like I’ve been. ” I press a kiss to her hair.
“I see you walking towards me, flowers in your hair, ready to promise me forever. I see you chasing our babies around the yard, and I’m running right behind you.
I see a home that’s safe and a family that’s loving.
You, at the center of it all. You’re my future, baby.
You’re all I ever wanted and something I didn’t even know to wish for.
” I can’t help the tears falling down my face at the images playing in my mind like a movie reel.
Dahlia looks up at me, her red eyes matching mine.
We both choke out wet laughs at the scene.
“Buncha fuckin’ saps the two of us, huh?” I joke.
“Hard not to be when you tell a girl everything she wants to hear. I see it all too. I’ve let myself fall for you and I don’t ever plan to let you go.
There’s still school to figure out now, but maybe after graduation…
” She trails off. “Maybe after graduation, I could come stay out here? With you. We’ll be business partners after all.
” She starts pinching my nipples and I yelp.
“Damn girl, leave my nipples out of this. Are you asking to move into the cowboy castle, Princess?” There are so many memories laced between us, the thought of the many more we’ll have ahead warms me to my core.
“I think so, Cowboy. You wore me down after all.”
I pop up and lean over her, dragging my mouth all over her chest and neck, tickling her with my beard as she starts cackling.
“I love you. I love you more than I could ever express in words.” She stops my assault with a chaste kiss, that ultimately leads to much more than kissing.
The late night trickles on as silence blankets the cabin and we fall asleep, wrapped up in each other.
Movement to my left has me trying to turn on my side to cradle the warmth next to me when it suddenly shifts and I’m pushed flat.
In this dreamy, half-conscious state, I flop onto my back and reach for sleep again when I feel the soft tickle of hair along my thighs.
Warm hands settle against my hips before cold air has me hissing as my morning wood springs from my boxers.
The crown of my cock is enveloped in a hot, wetness that has me bucking up and groaning before I open my eyes.
Sinful brown eyes peer up at me as Dahlia blows me wholeheartedly.
My hands grip the sheets on either side of my body. “Goddamn, baby. What a fuckin’ way to wake up.”
She pops off my cock with a giggle. “Figured I would give you a preview of our future, roomie.”
“What a future that is. Choke on my cock, Princess.” I move a palm to the back of her head and before I can even press down, she takes me to the back of her throat with a gag. “My beautiful cockslut, you’re real good at this.”
Dahlia’s eyes are wet with unshed tears as she works to suck the life out of me.
When her hands cradle my heavy balls, I squeeze my eyes shut in pleasure.
The groans coming out of me are primal as I pant my way to release.
“Mmm, slow down. As much as I want to fill your throat with my cum, I’d much rather fill your pussy. Climb up here and turn around.”
She clambers up eagerly, but before she can bury my cock, I change my mind and pull her hips back towards my face. She lets out a gasp and I laugh before I land two cracks on her ass, in awe at the way her skin ripples with the force.
“Be my good girl and grind your pussy against my face while you suffocate on my cock.” I pull her down flush and she moans as my tongue meets her dripping cunt. The combination of the simultaneous satisfaction has us both teetering near the edge of oblivion.
My fingers reach up to graze her tight little asshole and she jerks forward, my dick farther down her throat.
“Can I fuck you here, Princess?” With the slightest pressure, I circle her hole.
Her answering plea is her pushing back against my finger.
“Yeah, I think you like that. You’re a dirty fuckin’ girl aren’t you?
All pretty and smart, meanwhile you’re begging me to fuck your ass.
Maybe that’s what I’ll give you for graduation, stuff my cock in your tight asshole. ”
Reluctantly, I pull my other hand from her lethal hips, fingers slipping against her swollen clit.
“Shit, maybe I’ll bend you over right in your cap and gown before you walk the stage.
What a sight you’d be—leaking my cum as you get your diploma and shake hands with those stiff collegiate fucks.
They’d have no clue the respectable student takes cock like a pro and loves when I fuck her like the slutty animal she is. ”
I’m lost in bliss and I realize Dahlia is coming as she pulls off my cock and pushes back into my face harder, letting out a scream. My dick is pulsing with need and I can’t take it anymore, I lift her with ease, depositing her on my lap as she frantically grinds against my cock, slicking us both.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” she chants.
The hands of the woman I love reach between us and she lines us up before she drops down, swallowing my shaft whole.
Her ass bounces with each thrust and she leans forward bracing on her forearms. She moves her ass in a hypnotizing swirl before she starts jiggling each cheek independently, a move I’ve seen her do during burlesque.
“Putting on a show for me?” The way she clenches around me clues me into how much she enjoys my deprecating tone.
I stuff my fingers in my mouth and reach forward entering her asshole slowly.
Her twerking slows and she looks at me over her shoulder, hair wild, pupils blown.
Dahlia looks like art. Fuck, I want to draw her like this.
“Baby, let me take a picture of you like this. I want to draw this, I want to remember the way your slutty holes look filled with me.”
The answering flood of wetness around my length has me reaching for my phone to aim it at the filthy scene before me. I’ll have to keep this kink in mind for the future, how hot it’d be to film us fucking.
Snapping a few photos, I toss my phone to the side and fuck up into her. Dahlia bounces up and down like a fuck toy and I want to come so bad.
I grip her hips so hard I’m sure she’ll bruise. I’ll have to kiss it better later because right now, I’m a man possessed. The ecstasy coursing through my veins has my hips pumping harder until I come with a shout, filling her tight pussy with my load.
“Take it. Take my fucking cum. Fuck, I love you, my perfect slutty girl. Mmmmmfuck.” She pushes down hard and it feels like I’m about to come more as she grinds against me hard, sending herself into another intense orgasm.
When she comes back to reality, she gingerly pulls off of me, looking back to see as the mix of our arousal pools down my softening dick.
“I want another picture, baby.” I’m confused as she hands me my phone from where it landed at the bottom of the bed.
She kneels between my legs, grabbing my cock, licking me clean.
“Take a picture. So you can remember how I cleaned you up, how I took care of this fat cock after it filled me.” Holy mother of god.
Every ounce of blood in my body has rushed south as I stiffen beneath her hand.
“I just want to suck you. The feeling of you against my tongue—I can’t get enough, Wes. ”
My eyes roll back in my head as she strokes my length, suckling at my tip. Fuck. Is it even possible to come again this quickly? “Damn, I’m afraid I’ve died and gone to heaven.” I groan, eyes screwed shut.
Her tight grip and gentle licks have my orgasm building again and I take the picture before throwing my phone elsewhere.
I’m ready to mourn the loss of her tongue, when she moves to my sack.
Trailing along my aching balls, she strokes my cock hard and fast. I let out a whimper, a genuine whimper, when my orgasm hits.
My cum coats Dahlia’s fist and face as she jerks me towards her, spraying on her cheeks and puffy lips.
A satisfied smile is painted on as she starts to giggle.
Yeah, definitely in heaven alright.