His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he drags his cock out, savoring the feeling before punching in again, reaching new depths. “Take my cock.”
“Yes, please.”
He thrusts in several times, getting faster and faster. Another wave is building inside, threatening to be bigger, louder, and stronger than the last.
I’m wearing this outfit every damn time.
“You feel so good. I love sinking my cock into you. It feels like home.”
“It is your home. I’m your home.”
“I know.” His thrusts pick up speed, getting faster and deeper.
He releases my right hip and a second later I feel a slap on my ass, the sting quickly muted by the sensations and feelings in my greedy little kumquat. That’s what I’ve been calling her since that one sexcapade with Jax and me a few weeks ago with the fruit bowl in the kitchen.
His hand returns to my side as he fucks me with everything he has. He feels so good, working his cock and those rings, rubbing them along all the right areas inside of me. He brings me back onto his cock several more times and then his right hand slides to the front between my legs, where he plays with my clit.
“Oh, goddamn E.” My arms are weak and they slide off the back of the couch. I fall forward, head at the crease, doing a fucked up version of the downward dog.
“Ev?”
“Don’t stop,” I pant out. “Arms are just tired.”
“You sure?”
My boneless arms flop behind me, reaching to grab his ass and bring it in to me. Once he moves again, they fall like the limp noodles they are.
“I’m about to come.”
I press my hands into the couch, pressing back into him, and feel his cock explode in my pussy, triggering my own release. My legs turn to jelly and I stumble briefly, but not too far, since his cock is currently spearing me.
He lifts me up, wrapping his arms around my waist and spins us around and sits down. His cock presses inside of me as we sit and the loudest fucking pussy fart escapes. But not just like a regular fart, quick and over. No, this mother fucking fart plays a whole fucking symphony then comes back for a flipping encore. A little pfft pfft on the end like the little engine that could.
“Oh, my… shit. I’m.” Fucking speechless. That’s what I am. I’m probably an inferno on his lap because my body is flushing all sorts of red, looking like a fucking neon red glow stick.
Fuck me.
I’m terrified to move, unsure of what’s going to come out.
“Are you done?” There’s a hint of humor in his voice, but I’m still too mortified to look at him.
I have to leave them.
There’s no way I can stay now.
Will he- they, because there’s no doubt this will be shared, be able to look at me again without fear of a symphonic reprisal?
“I.”
His hand slides up to my cheek, and he turns my head to face him. “Are you embarrassed?”
“Are you shitting me right now?”
His brow furrows. “You are. Babe. You don’t need to be. That could happen to any of us.”
“You don’t have a vagina that’s like a fucking Hoover vacuum sucking up all the air in the room, then blowing it out on a cock.”
He laughs. “No. I don’t have a vagina, but… it’s normal.”
