Let’s fucking go.That will be a story worth taking to the locker room if nothing else. Leaving all other details out, of course — I’m not that big of an asshole that I’d take advantage of her situation to make a better story for the boys — but hell yeah, I’m gonna tell the guys I got myself so fucking ripped this summer that a lady used my abs like one of those grinder sex toys. I’ll brag about that for the rest of my life.
Her cum pools in my navel. This is so fucking hot. Fuck.
She does grind for a couple seconds. She pants against my neck, makes soft little sounds like she’s going to come, gets real close to my ear, and says, “Is this what you want, John?”
“I want it all, Trixie.” I tuck my hands under my head, giving her access to whatever she wants to touch. She runs her hands and her lips all over my chest. When she slides her pussy down, she leaves a slick trail that cools and tingles themoment there’s any space between us for the air to reach, and it just makes my dick harder.
My tip nudges into her folds, bouncing at the flutter of her lips over it the moment they come into contact. Yeah, I wanted to brag to the team about my abs, but also, I just want to be in her pussy.
I’ll probably still brag about my abs.
She lifts herself up, taking hold of my cock in a gloved hand, the lace rough enough that my eyes roll back. When she lines the tip up, catching on her rim, I feel the anticipation of a virgin. My first time without a condom. And yeah, I heard all the guys bragging about how much better it is. There’s a difference, I know that. Just not a difference that’s worth the risk.
I thought.
I groan when she sinks down onto me, shamelessly taking my entire shaft, lowering herself slowly but without hesitation. I swear, every neuron in my body lights up at it. I could die like this.
I’d die happy.
“You like that, John?” she asks, her voice tight but intense. We are on two different planes, but they’re both good planes. It’s fine.
“Fuck.” That’s the only coherent word I can make, and I lose that the second she lifts herself up and lowers down again.
“You’re so big,” she gasps, nothing coy about her voice. It clicks that the tightness in her breath is from pain.
My balls are tightening. My blood is pounding in my skull. My cock is twitchy as fuck in its hot, tight confines, too close to the edge for me to fully appreciate that I can feel everytexture of her walls. I can’t even be embarrassed that I’m gonna be a two-pump chump for her. I’ll prove myself later.
Hell, I’ll prove myself directly after I come. I’m going to keep on pumping right through it and probably on to another. So fuck it. She got me all worked up. Kudos to her.
But the pain in her voice has me doing my best to rein myself in, use what little brain space I have to grab hold of her hips and lift her up a couple inches.
“Don’t . . . don’t hurt yourself,” I grit out, digging my fingers into her ass.
Bonus there: she’s super soft and squishy. Softer and squishier than most asses. Everything about her looks strange and feels strange, and I love it. Hot gets thrown at me all day, but even when I was younger, it was the unusual that caught my attention. This soft, squishy ass? It’s perfect that I can really dig into it. Probably bruise her, hopefully not too badly, but that extra hold is nice.
“John!” she whimpers, her voice starting to hit those higher notes. She strains against me like she truly does want to hurt herself on my cock, but I need to make sure she’s okay first.
She leans forward, bracing her forearms on my chest, rocking her ass back in my hands, changing the angle of my cock. The way she’s tipped, I get a clear view of acres of tits threatening to spill out of her corset top. I want to dig them out of their confines, let them spill onto my chest, but my hands are full. The best I can do is tip her enough that her corset rubs against me. Every bounce has her tits pushing up closer to her chin, and I’m so focused that when a single nipple manages to pop over the hem of the corset, making her squeak and clench, I groan and unleash inside her.
I’ve never come so hard in my life, I swear.
My balls feel like they’re trying to exit out the head of my cock. My spine wouldn’t be so contorted if I’d shoved an actual live wire up my ass. I’m pretty sure I black out in the middle of it.
The moment my brain is back online, I roll us over, pounding myself into the mess I’ve just made, beyond concern for if she’s now truly ready for my entire length. I need to fucking brand her.
We’re a mess. Both of us. She’s still half-dressed, although her tits are out and slick. There may have been a moment there where I made her push her tits together so I could come all over them.
I fucking love her tits. I don’t know, like the rest of her, they’re big but not super full, soft and so squishy that I wanted to just go absolutely feral and suckle on them while kneading them like a baby kitten.
Yeah, there was a second there where I had to retrace my steps this evening to make sure I wasn’t the one who was tripping balls.
She’s half-asleep, no doubt worn out from our first round, but I’m hoping she doesn’t think that’s all I want from her. I paid for the whole night with her. I’ve got three panels I really want to go to tomorrow — which I think is today now, but I don’t know where a clock is — but I’ll catch sleep where I can and throw on a hoodie and sunglasses for stealth mode instead of my planned cosplay.
As I lie there next to her, running my hand up and down the stiff corset fabric, I have an errant thought about buying her for the rest of the weekend. But no. That doesn’t do well for anyone. Better that we part ways with the sun.
I run my tongue over one of her tantalizing dark and rich nipples, and she groans like I’m bothering her but stretches her arms over her head, welcoming me to ravage her again.
I split the difference and take hold of the laces running down her side, finding the end of the ribbon, teasing it out from where it’s been tucked away, and untying it.
