I bring my hands to the tie on the coat, “Well actually, I was kind of hoping I could show you how much I love you, first.”
When I got in the truck after the game, the last thing I’d expected to find waiting for me in my driveway was Abby. Now I’m looking at her standing in my living room, red lipstick smeared on her lips and rosy red cheeks. Shelovesme. I’ve wanted her to love me back the same way I love her so badly, but for the last few weeks, I’ve made it a point to never pressure her into saying it back. I’ve always given her an out, I’d capture her mouth to mine before she had time to respond with anything, but now that I know she feels it too, every part of me wants to put up a damn billboard that tells the world she’s mine. To hell with what anyone may think, Abby is it for me.
Abby takes a step back from me and loosens the tie on the coat she’s wearing and lets it slowly slide off her shoulders, exposing more of her golden skin.
“Abby, baby,” I say, inching a little closer to her. My dick is already throbbing in my jeans from the way she looks right now.
My girl showing up tonight in this coat and seemingly nothing else is lighting a fucking fire within me. She lets the remainder of the coat fall as the black fabric pools around her feet and it’s like I’ve just been sucker punched in the gut. All the air leaves my lungs as she stands there in nothing but black lace underwear and a pair of heels. My throat feels thick and I can’t take my eyes off of her perfect breasts just waiting for me.
“Fuuuuuck. Are you kidding me, Abby? Look at you… you’re perfect.”
She takes her bottom lip into her mouth and smiles at me. I walk up to her slowly, trailing my fingers from her shoulder, down her arms and as the goosebumps spread over her skin. Reaching up to her breasts, I pinch one of her nipples, which causes her to let out a quick whimper at the contact. Abby reaches for my jeans and as she does, my other hand finds the string of her underwear on her hip. I flick it against her skin and grab her, pulling her closer to me.
Abby’s hands shove my jeans and boxers down and my cock springs to attention. It's been hard since the moment I saw her get out of her car looking like she did tonight. Bringing my hand to stroke my length, I whisper into her ear, “You did this.”
Before I can say anything more, she sinks to her knees right there in my living room. I can’t even believe this girl is fucking real right now. More importantly, I can’t even believe she’s mine, but she is.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” Abby takes her tongue and licks the tip, sending my head falling backwards at her delicate touch.
“My cock has been dripping for you since the moment I saw you tonight, Princess. It’s yours. If you want it, take it.” I fist my hand in her hair, grabbing a handful and yanking her head to look up at me. A devilish smile spreads across her face as she licks her lips, getting ready to take me.
Fucking hell, this is hot. She’s never gone this deep before but tonight, Abby has me so deep in her throat, there are tears building in her eyes threatening to pool over. Every time I’ve tried to pull back slightly, to ease some of it, she pushes herself forward more.
“Fuck, Abby. This feels so damn good.” Her head moves back and forth with my movements and I can feel my orgasm building every time she sucks harder. Abby’s hand cups my balls as her throat opens even more, somehow, causing me to put both hands in her hair to steady myself before I fucking lose it.
She licks up and down my length one more time before pulling her lips away briefly and staring up at me. Her lips are puffy and pink and she looks so damn good right now. She takes my cock in her hand again and puts just the tip in her mouth and sucks on it, hard.
“Fuck!” I yell out.
That’s it. I need to be inside her, I can’t wait any longer to feel her pussy clenching around me.
“Come up here, baby.” I gently pull her up to me and walk us to the couch and sit down. Abby stands between my legs and pulls my shirt up over my head, tossing it to the side. She runs her thumb across her bottom lip and then sucks it.
“I wasn’t done,” she pouts, sticking one of her hips out and placing a hand on it.
“Oh, I’m not either.” My fingers hook into her underwear and yank them down her body to let them fall to her ankles and she slowly steps out of them. She’s absolutely soaked for me, just how I like her. I pull her body onto mine and line her up with me.
“I love you, Princess.” I whisper against her ear. Abby sinks herself down onto my cock, taking the whole thing in at one time.
“I love you,” she moans as she sits with me filling her up.
She rocks her hips and pulls at the nape of my neck. Every movement with her feels so in sync, I can’t imagine ever coming close to feeling like this with anyone else ever. Lucky for me, I never plan to. I know Abby is the one for me. My future. My forever.
I grab her hips as I’m picking her up and down, watching her face and hearing her yell out in pleasure with every push.
“Faster, please,” she begs and we pick up the pace. Her perfect breasts bounce in front of me as she leans her body and head back in pure ecstasy.
“That’s it, Abby. Fucking ride me.”
Abby’s moans are only fueling me to keep going, harder, faster, just like she asked. I want to feel her pulsing around me as she comes apart with my name on her lips.
My thumb finds her swollen clit and as soon as I touch her there, she screams my name with pleasure. I pinch and rub slowly, then pick up the pace to keep up the momentum of her riding me.
“I’m so close,” she yells out, picking herself up and slamming herself back down on my cock. I move in circles, back and forth on her clit until I can feel the clenching of her body.
“Ford! Oh my God.” Abby’s body shakes and her orgasm only sends me coming right along with her. The way her tight pussy feels is something I want to experience every day for the rest of my life. Every last drop I have empties into her as she slows her motion and brings her forehead to mine. Sticky and sweaty, we both sit still, panting and trying to catch our breaths with giant smiles on our faces.
We rinse off in the shower, where our lips spend practically the whole time connected. Abby steps out of the shower and grabs the towel from the rack before heading into my room. I follow her out and grab myself a pair of sweatpants from my drawer and toss a t-shirt of mine in her direction.
