Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Nellie
Cliff’s massive cock didn't even fit in one hand, his girth and length impressive. I licked my lips, the head gleaming with pre-cum I desperately wanted a taste of.
How would he fit inside me?
I didn't know, but I didn't care. My pussy had become a damn waterfall around this man. It would work somehow.
I kept my eyes on his as I played with his cock and balls, running my fingers over him and learning his likes and dislikes. When I brought my mouth to the tip, he inhaled sharply and when I licked the tip, he gasped.
I loved hearing the man fall apart.
I licked around the head, swirling and teasing, and taking my time to savor.
Wrapping my lips around the top, I ducked gently at first, increasing pressure and speed quickly before moving down his shaft.
My hands worked his lower half and his balls while my mouth took in an impressive amount, moving up and down, up and down.
“That's it baby, take it all in line a good girl. Choke on that dick, baby.” Cliff said, his dirty talk turning me on. I took in as much dick down my throat as I could, sputtering and gagging on the thickness.
Cliff played with my hair, his hands tangled in it as he held on and guided my head up and down, in sync with his hip movements.
His groans and moans became louder, and I braced myself for the explosion of cum, wanting to taste him so badly.
But before it happened, he lifted me off his dick and onto the bed beside him. He was above me in seconds, caging me in and smirking before kissing my lips. “I want to come inside you. Is that okay?”
I nodded.
He leaned back and positioned himself between my legs.
His dark eyes pinned me on the bed, sharp, intense, and full of heat. My skin sizzled as if he were the hot afternoon sun and I was baking in it.
When he moved close, I inhaled his woodsy scent, my hormones going haywire as my ovaries exploded.
And when his fingers landed between my thighs, brushing through the soft hair and parting my folds wide, I whimpered his name and begged for his touch.
Cliff warmed me up, spreading my wetness and slicking his fingers up, making sure I was nice and ready for him. Then he lined his cock up in front of me and ran it through my seam.
It had been so long I hadn't realized how much I missed a man's touch.
I spread my legs wide and Cliff pushed inside slowly and gently, taking one inch at a time. I stiffened slightly, trying to relax as he stretched me wide. Once he was all the way in, I breathed a sigh of a relief. I adjusted my hips and pushed him in deeper, needing the friction deep inside.
And then he moved like a fucking stallion.
He fucked me in every position possible, tossing me around the room and bending me into a pretzel. I lost count of how many times I came. When he finally let himself go, he came so much he nearly passed out beside me.
“What was that?” he breathed.
I laughed. “Passion.”
“Give me ten. I'll be ready to go again.”
I giggled and climbed on top of him, bold and renewed. “Looks like we've got all night.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “I like what you're thinking.”
We spent the night in each other’s arms, but there was no sleeping. Instead, we explored each other’s bodies amid rounds of sex, an occasional break for food, and a shower after a particularly sweaty session.
And when we parted ways early in the morning to get some rest, I floated on a cloud and slept like a baby.
Later that day, he stopped by with dinner and we spent the night talking and getting to know each other.
“A children's book author is cool. I've thought about writing my own book but never sat down and tried.”
Cliff told me about his job as a US history teacher and how he loved anything historical. He read historical bob fiction and watched movies and documentaries. “I know. I'm a bit of a history buff and a nerd at the same time.”
“I bet you have a wealth of knowledge to write a book. Pick your favorite event and focus on it. We could aspire together. Or stare at the blinking cursor like I always do.” I smiled at him over my glass of wine, his handsome smile making my pussy throb with need.
We couldn't keep our hands to ourselves for much longer, ending our meal early to fall into bed together, a mix of limbs and heavy panting.
And so the days continued as we fell into an easy routine together as if it were meant to be. When he worked at the local college, I worked on my books, and we spent the nights sharing a meal and each other’s bodies.
I hadn't updated sally much besides with a brief text and by Thursday afternoon, she wouldn't stop ringing my phone.
Lost in thought and concentration on the story, I didn't answer until several calls later. “What the hell, Nel? I've been calling. I thought something happened.”
“I’m sorry, Sal. I hit a breakthrough in my book, and I didn't want to stop working.”
“That's awesome. I'm happy for you. Have you been working on it all week?”
“Yes. I'm sorry I haven't been around. But it's going so well. Finally!”
“Good. I'm still coming up there this weekend, right?”
Shit. I forgot about that. How could I? I've been missing Sally endlessly. But then Cliff…
We already made plans to spend most of the weekend in bed. He also wanted to show me around Appleridge and bring me to the diner and bakery. But I couldn't break Sally's heart. Plus, I really wanted to see her. I'd have to cancel on Cliff, but I'm sure he would understand.
“Yes, of course. We need to decorate, remember?”
“Okay good. I'll be up Saturday morning.”
I hung up the phone, wondering how I was going to break the news to Cliff. We would have plenty more time to spend together. I'm sure he would understand.