He grins at me as he follows my uncoordinated grabbing and tugging. I get him back on top of me and shove his briefs down just far enough to free his cock. He groans as I wrap my trembling thighs around his waist.
“Too much, baby?” he teases, grinding his hips down against mine. “Want more?”
“Already told you.” I tangle my hands in his hair again and yank him down into a brutal kiss, moaning at the taste of myself on his tongue. “I want you, Wayne. Fuck me already.”
His cock throbs against my pussy so hard that I almost worry he's going to cum before he even gets inside of me, but he curses and pulls back just enough to speak.
“Fuck, you're so hot. Condom?”
Shit, I didn't even think about that. It's one time, it'll be fine.
“Just pull out,” I urge him. “I can't wait any longer.”
He must be just as impatient as I am, because he lines up and sinks into me without hesitation. The stretch makes us both groan, and I tug him down into another kiss as he slowly slides every last inch of his cock deep inside me.
I know it’s only been about a month, but it feels like it's been years since I've had him inside me, and I'm starving for it. I lock my legs around his waist, arching up to meet every thrust as he rolls his hips down. My nails slice down his back when he bites at my lip, both of us practically feral for each other.
I've never had anyone want me like this.
He's not so big it hurts, but I feel empty every time he pulls back just to stuff me full again. I want to make this good for him, tobegood for him, but I can't think past the wash of agonizing bliss. I never want him to stop, but another orgasm is fast approaching, and I don't think I'll be able to go again after.
I intentionally clench down around him, grinning against his lips when he curses and his hips stutter.
His fingers dig into the meat of my ass, holding me still as he slams into me, obviously chasing his own release. His eyes are darker than usual, stormy with lust and pleasure. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him close, staring into his eyes.
“C’mon,” I whisper, my voice ragged with bliss. “C’mon, Wayne, make me cum. Make me cum on your cock.”
I can see his pupils dilate as the words hit him, and it only takes him a few more thrusts to send me over the edge, wailing his name. He ducks his face into my neck when I toss my head back and groans, staying inside of me for as long as he can before he yanks out of my hold.
He tugs at his cock frantically, his mouth dropped open on a chant of my name as he strokes himself. I watch pleasure take over him as my own orgasm slowly fades, leaving me shaking and satisfied.
He stripes my hip and thigh with his cum, staring down at his mark as it drips down my skin.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he huffs, reaching out and dragging his fingers through the mess of his own cum.
I giggle, and he grins at me, leaning down to press one last, soft kiss to my mouth.
“Let's get cleaned up, hmm?” He kisses me. “Then we can do something about dinner.”
Oh, right. I invited him over for dinner, didn't I?
Funny how several orgasms in a row can clear your mind so thoroughly.
WAYNE
Life is pretty fucking good right now.
Sure, I'm still batting zero on the job search, but I haven't really been putting much effort into it. I haven't even checked my email for the last few days. The freedom to do whatever I want whenever I feel like it has been nice, and the contracts I look over for the ranch are enough to keep me from going stir crazy. Besides, staying up to date with those keeps Jenny off my back, and that's worth way more than any job.
Spending time with Katie has been great, too. I slept over a couple nights ago, when she invited me for dinner, and it was really nice to just curl up and hold her. I haven't done that in years.
I wound up leaving before she woke up the next morning because I didn't want to explain where I'd been to my dad and Jenny. Even so, I lingered for longer than I intended. It's hard to get up and put your clothes on when the sun is peeking through the curtains and making everything look hazy and warm. Katie’s hair was all spread out over the pillows, golden curls sparkling against the light green sheets. She looked so pretty, and part of me actually wanted to stay — to maybe grab some coffee or breakfast together.
Instead, I found a happy middleground. I didn’t stay, but I did text her that I had to get going. This ended up being a good decision. I only barely made it into my bedroom before I heard Dad and Mary getting up for the day.
Since then, a few days have passed and no one’s said anything, so I think I managed to slip beneath the radar.
Mary’s a little sharper than I'd like. Maybe it's just because she doesn't know me, and it's harder to pull the same tricks on her that I use to get my family off my back, but I feel like she sees right through me. Even with the added hurdle of Mary being around, though, life is going good. I’m more relaxed than I have been in years.
