Her pussy has barely stopped, before I flip her over to her knees. I push her inner thighs, spreading her legs obscenely, lowering her pelvis to the right height. Hands on her shoulders, I use my hold as leverage, keeping her in place while I rut into her like an animal in heat. The sight of my cock disappearing inside her is indescribable. My hips roll, my toes dig into the hard floor, my knees angry, but I don’t stop. I don’t slow down. I take her over and over again. Her tight little pussy choking my cock and dragging me closer to the edge. She cries, thrashes, begs for mercy but she never stops slinging that ass back, her body demanding more until I throw my head back and roar, filling the condom, my fingers branding her flawless skin.
I slump over her back, breathing hard, heart racing, vision blurring. I manage to catch my breath, while she falls to her stomach with a sigh. I give her 2.5 seconds, then pull out, and flip her over. She squeaks, but it morphs into an erotic moanwhen I cover her red and swollen cunt with my mouth. I follow the lines of her toned and taut body, past glorious tits I plan to spend a lot of time worshipping and meet her heavy gaze.
“Did I hurt you?”
“In the best way.”
“I’m gonna lick it better, then we’ll get something to drink. I have no plans of waiting until tomorrow morning for round 2, my little prickly pear.”
She falls back to the bed, staring at the ceiling. With a deep inhale, she begins, “I, Jenna Nemac, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament.” I bury my face in the crease where her thigh meets her pelvis. I’m laughing so hard, tears fill my eyes and my body shakes.
“What—what are you doing?”
“I’m getting my affairs in order…you’re fixing to murder me by orgasm overdose.”
Jenna 4.
Andres:The woman sitting next to me keeps farting. I’m afraid the smell is getting worse. One or two farts more…and they will have no choice but to make an emergency landing and treat us all for methane gas poison.
Andres:You ever been to Nebraska? There’s corn, wheat, a football field, and a few tractors.
Andres:I think hotels try to uniform their properties, updating each one so they look alike. Creates a sense of familiarity and comfort for their patrons. My hotel seems to have missed the memo for updates…since the 1970s. Shag carpeting, I swear to God! And no refrigerator. How does a hotel in this day and age not have a fridge?
Andres:I am so fucking pissed at you right now, Prickles. I’m sitting in this stuffy college conference room, talking to a player, his parents, coach, and an unofficial agent and I have a fucking hard on! The coach offered me a donut, and my cock started drooling! I will never, EVER, forget the sight of you covered in powdered sugar, jelly on your pretty pink nipples, your mouth full of tasty pastry. I guarantee you that pastry didn’t taste half as good as your pussy. I lick my lips hoping to catch a hint of it even days later. Thank you for ruining breakfast foods and early morning meetings!
Sitting in my office chair, I slink down, my body heating as I remember our second morning together. Yes, you read that right. My one-night stand turned into two. And they were the most glorious two nights of my life thus far. Never been fucked so good, so thoroughly. He reduced me to tears, yearning, and a clawing need that throbbed between my thighs and robbed me of speech or reason. Super Bowl, Schmuper Bowl, Andres Abbott is the MVP of my bedroom. My pussy is demanding a repeat performance.
He left my place Monday morning and has kept up a constant stream of text messages. I try not to encourage it, but he’s hard to resist, even over text. This last one is the raciest by far. I’m not sure what to do with Mr. Abbott. But it’s been less than a week, he’ll get bored soon. Distance is a relationship killer, and we didn’t have a relationship to begin with. He’s just riding the high of exemplary sex, like I am, and it’ll fade within a couple weeks. He’ll meet someone else on his travels and forget all about the college cheer coach he fucked one weekend.
Whoever this bitch is, she won’t be nearly as flexible and inventive as I am, but whatever. Who cares? I don’t. Not at all.
I want to claw her imaginary eyes out!
“UGH!”
What sucks the most is that I like him. I actually, genuinely like Andres Abbott. He’s funny, smart, generous, passionate, and harmful to look at for long periods of time, like staring at the sun. The sun that fucks like a machine.
Is there solar system smut? I shake my mouse and wake up my computer, open the web browser and type in my question. Huh. There really is a market for everything. I’m wandering down the interplanetary and inanimate object rabbit hole, adding books to my kindle willy-nilly, when someone knocks on my door andthen bursts through it like the Kool-Aid man. Oh, I found a book about him too.
“Lilly. Quite the entrance.” She curtseys then makes herself at home in one of my office chairs.
“Hypothetically,” she blows some hair out of her eyes, rests her arms on my desk and looks me in the eye imploringly, “let’s say that someone in the public eye was…oh, I don’t know…drawn and quartered then choked with their entrails—”
“What kind of public eye are we talking about?”
“Like if the public had glaucoma. Like people know they’re there, but it’s kind of hazy on if they should care about this person.”
“Proceed.” I wave her on, my hands in front of me, my fingers steepled in thought.
“Drawn, quartered, choked with entrails…do you think whoever did that to them would be convicted and if so, will you visit me in prison and bring me gems to bedazzle my orange jumpsuit?”
I consider this for a moment. “I will definitely visit you. I’ve never been in a prison before andOrange is the New Blackset expectations high for the type of people currently being incarcerated. Let’s say you befriend someone likeCrazy Eyes, I’m there every open visitation.”
Lilly dips her chin in acknowledgement. “Naturally.”
I lean forward, narrowing my eyes threateningly. “You start hanging out with someone likeAlexorPiper, I will not smuggle in a bedazzler. I’ll drop off some glue and a bag of dick glitter and wish you the best.”
She gasps theatrically, her hand over her heart. I blink and she’s nodding her head with a thoughtful expression. “That’s fair. Those two are the literal worst. I’d try to get in good withsomeone likeRed. A detached Russian motherly figure who can get me shit.”
