“Fuck that baby. I’m tryna make you feel good.” I lean up and run my tongue across the side of her neck. “Don’t you wanna cum on my dick?”
“Mmm. Stop tempting me.”
“Please, baby. I know you miss me.”
“I can’t reward you. I’m setting a boundary. Respect that.”
I break away from her and lean back, resting my head against my seat. “You’re serious.”
“You said it yourself. I’m strict.”
She gives me that tight-lippedoh wellwhite people smile.
“I won’t cum,” I offer. “It’ll just be for you. Use me to get off.”
Her eyes narrow. “I can trust you?”
“Of course. We had one and a half therapy sessions, babe. I’m healed.”
She bursts out laughing. “We really ain’t shit.”
“We ain’t shittogether. That’s the key. Now quit playin’ and let’s fuck.”
Her eyes drop to my lips. “Just for me?”
“Just for you. But if I tell you to stop, you gotta ease up and let me calm down.”
“Okay. Fine. Just for me.” She dips her head to kiss me, a quick, soft one, murmuring, “Pull it out for me, bae.”
“Jesus. You can’t be talkin’ to me like that.” I undo my button, pull my zipper down, and pull out my dick. It's already glistening with precum.
I don’t know how the fuck I’m gonna get through this.
She slides her panties to the side and sinks down on me, and goddammit, it feels like the first time. Shit, it’s better than the first time.
“Fuck,” I grit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Oh God.” Her head falls back as she starts riding me. “I missed you.”
“I know. I can tell.”
Since none of this is for me, I lay back and think about random shit. Basketball with the guys.
“Mmm…Ace…”
My 401k. Even though her sexy ass voice is echoing through my thoughts, and her pussy is so wet she just slipped off, I remind myself to up my contributions.
“I missed this dick so much…it’s so fucking big…”
Is there a game on tonight? I think there is.
Fuck. She’s bouncing on my shit.
I close my eyes, bite my lip, and think of the bridge. We’re so close to completion. I can almost taste it.
“You like this pregnant pussy?”
My eyes pop open and my head pops up. “Stop.”
