“Alright.” I sink my front teeth into the ball of her shoulder, dragging a hiss from between her plump lips, before I root back into original position on my knees. “But don’t say you didn’t beg for this, Calla, when you can’t feel your legs tomorrow.”
“That’s the—fuckkk—plan…nghh.”
I drag my hips backwards, glancing down to watch my condom covered cock shine with Calla’s arousal, leaving just the tip inside her before I drive my hips forward mercilessly.
My heart rams against my ribcage as I set a rough rhythm, closing my eyes to savour the rush of endorphins flowing through me and the edible sounds of Calla moaning beneath me.
She gurgles something I don’t quite catch, too caught up in the pistioning of my hips and feeling Calla clench and grip around me. I have to breathe through my nose, jaw tightly wired shut, to stave off the tingling in my heavy balls.
“Blake…” Calla whimpers. “Holy shit…”
I pant back. “Yeah?”
“Pull my... hair…mmph.”
Her plea gets a little bit lost in the loud echoing of our bodies slapping together, but I catch her drift. Skimming my right hand along the curve of her Calla’s bowed back, I make a sloppy grab of her thick strands, fisting them in my grip until I can get enough leverage to pull her head back from my pillow.
A string of whimpers pours from Calla’s lips, audible now they’re not muffled, settling my nerves alight.
This woman…
Dipping my gaze to where our bodies are joined, I watch Calla take me, the plump lips of her pussy stretching wide to swallow me whole. I see the moment she snakes a hand beneath herself, circling her clit. I feel it too. Themovement of her walls fluttering around me even tighter than before, practically milking the cum out of me, her body silently urging me to fill her up. And even though I know that’s not going to happen, what with the condom I’m wearing, the primal thought still makes my brain whiten out with ecstasy.
“I’m gonna cum—Blake—I’m gonna—”
Calla breaks around me for the second time tonight – this time on my cock rather than my fingers – stealing my breath. Slick drips out of her in a steady stream, pulsing with each time of her heartbeat and the clench and release of her pussy.
It takes everything in me not to spray her walls right back, a pretty combination of the two of us, but I manage to hold back, gripping Calla’s waist and flipping us over, leaving her atop of me, still twitching with tiny aftershocks.
Ignoring the wet spot beneath me, I buck my hips upwards.
Calla peers down at me, her face screwed up with a mixture of confusion and pleasure. “Wha—”
“You told me you wanted to ride me.” I use my hands on her hips to guide her, dragging her up and down the thick length of me. “This is your chance, sweet girl. Take it.”
I see the exact moment Calla hears her own challenge repeated back to her; the smirk on her face tells me everything I need to know.
Lacing her fingertips through mine, she drags them away from her curvy hips, bringing them up past my head. She drapes her torso over mine, the tip of her nose brushing my cheek, while she holds our intertwined hands steady.
Any words sitting on the tip of my tongue die as I feel Calla move, her hips setting a fast rhythm which I know is going to have me blowing my load all too soon.
She knows it, too.
I swear that’s her plan and I’m helpless to stop her. All I can do is strap myself in for the ride.
Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, the image of Calla’s tits bouncing in my face plasters itself behind my lids, just as realistic as the real deal. I grit my teeth as her warm breath fans over my Cupid’s bow, fraying out my already heightened senses until I can’t hold back a second longer. Flexing my wrists in Calla’s grip, I tip my head back, my neck and the long column of my throat exposed, letting out a ragged groan.
“That’s it,” Calla coos, still moving atop of me as she feels me coat her walls. Or, at least, I would, if I wasn’t wearing the fucking condom. God, I’ve never wished to be bareback inside someone so badly before. But even in my tipsy state, residual tequila and yeasty beer floating my system, I know that wouldn’t be a good idea.
Balls empty, I slump beneath Calla. Her chest rises and falls just as rapidly as mine, our breathing laboured from our workout. With a hiss, she shifts atop of me, kneeling tall and allowing me to slip out of her while she rolls over to the side.
Regaining some feeling in my legs, I press a kiss to Calla’s sweaty forehead without much thought. “Wait here. I’ll go get us something to clean up with.”
Swinging my legs across the edge of the bed, I pad to the bathroom, sliding the full condom from my cock, tying a knot in the top and throwing it into the waste bin to deal with tomorrow. I grab a washcloth from the shower, wipe myself down, run it under some warm water and then I head back out to bedroom in search of Calla.
I find her exactly where I left her, star-fishing her way across my bed. Although, I notice as I climb on in beside her, she’s lain my button down upon the wet patch.
“Can I…”
