Howard takes a pull from his cigar as I notice him and Ford outside talking. Wow, they really do look alike. His dad is a few inches shorter than him, but still has a very muscular build considering he’s probably in his late fifties to early sixties. He’s wearing a pair of denim jeans and collared shirt as he takes a sip of the amber liquid in his glass.
“I’m so happy Ford brought you to meet us. He hasn’t brought anyone home in years.” My smile spreads from ear to ear while talking with Ruby. She’s kind and while Mia was right again that she does like to talk, that doesn’t bother me because I’m the same way. I’ve loved getting to know her and she even pulled out an old album from when Ford first started playing football. He looked so cute as a kid with a giant helmet on and huge shoulder pads.
“It’s been fun, mom. But I’m taking my girl home now.” Ford’s voice carries through the kitchen to the dining room where we’re seated with the photo album. He walks over and leans down placing his arms around me from behind the chair,
“Let’s go, baby,” he breathes in my ear as I try to cover a yawn with my hand.
Saying our goodbyes and walking out, I can honestly say that I’d love to do that again. I felt so welcome and so comfortable with his parents.
It never even crossed my mind that my parents wouldn’t absolutely love Abby and seeing how well she got along with them, only solidified what I already knew. She’s it for me. I’m looking over at Abby sitting next to me in the cab of the truck, her hair slung over her shoulder and her leather jacket keeping her warm, she looks beautiful. The way the street lights glimmer off of her skin and her pouty lips sit perfectly, waiting to be captured by mine. I’ve waited too long to be inside her this week and now like an addict, I need my fix before I lose control.
Abby hops out of my truck before I can come around to open the door and tosses her purse and shoes in the laundry room. I pull at the collar of my white button up and start to take it off as soon as we walk through the door. Abby does the same with the jacket she was wearing and she’s left in black skirt and a white long sleeve shirt. It shapes her body so well, leaving nothing to the imagination as she twirls a piece of hair between her fingers.
“Let me know when you’re done,” she says, snapping me out of the dirty thoughts running through my mind as I watch her.
“Huh?” I ask, getting back to removing the shirt from my body, leaving me in just my jeans.
“Let me know when you’re done eye fucking me, so we can go do it properly.” It’s not lost on me that I said the exact same thing to her one of the first few times we hung out. It feels like everything between us lately is coming full circle and I fucking love it.
I let out a growl and move my feet towards her before throwing her body over my shoulder and cupping her ass in one of my large hands as I take us back to the bedroom.
“You’re going to pay for that attitude, Princess.” A giggle leaves her mouth as I toss her onto the bed and pull her skirt down.
“What the fuck is this?” I say staring at the buttons on her body suit.
“Another fucking layer between me and what I want? What’s with all the buttons? A man definitely didn’t invent this shit.” I reach and unsnap the buttons finding a pink lace thong underneath and it’s doing a shit job at covering anything because there’s already a glistening wet spot on them letting me know she’s ready for me.
Abby sits up and pulls the rest of the shirt off over her head, letting me see those perfect breasts of hers. I unbutton my jeans and pull them down with my boxers, and Abby’s eyes dart to my cock. Her tongue runs over her lips as she reaches for the tip with her thumb and licks it clean. I hiss with pleasure at just the slightest touch from her.
She lays herself back on the bed and shimmies her thong off her hips, lifting them to make it easier as I’m watching her. Hovering my body over hers, the heat between us is undeniable. My cock lands on her thigh as I pull my body up over her, cupping one breast with my hand and nipping the other with my teeth before pulling it in my mouth and sucking. Abby’s hips thrust up at me and her little moans make me aware that she wants me between her legs, but I told her she’d pay for that attitude out there and I intend to keep my word.
“Something you need?” I tease as my fingers trail up and down her sides, laying kisses from the swell of her breasts down to her inner thighs.
She whimpers as my breath hits her center and I watch as her face turns into a pout when my mouth pulls away.
“Beg for it, Princess.” I stay on my knees between her legs and stroke myself a few times, watching her watch me as she bites her lip and moves her hips.
“Ford, please.” Her voice is raspy and pleading, like she needs this more than she needs air to breathe.
“Fuck, look at you Abby.” I slide my dick up and down her, coating myself with her as she drips for me. “Tell me what you want. You know I’ll give you anything you ask for, Princess.”
“I want you.” Abby’s eyes focus on mine and I give my girl exactly what she’s asking for. I thrust all the way in with one solid movement and she gasps as she takes all of me. Her tight pussy is clenching around my dick as we both catch our bearings for a moment.
“Fuuuuck. Abby, you’re so tight for me. This feels so good.” Her hips move underneath me and I push in and pull out in quick motions while her nails dig into my back, pulling me closer.
Reaching my hand between her legs, my finger finds her swollen clit and flick back and forth, slowly while Abby cries out.
“You like when I touch you here?” I flick her clit again. “While pushing inside you like this?” I thrust in hard, holding myself still giving her a second to answer me. Her head nods up and down,
“Oh, God. Yes.”
When Abby gets like this, there’s no holding back for me. I can tell when she wants things harder and rougher and when she wants things to be slower and more intimate. Tonight? Tonight, my girl wants it rough and I’m more than willing to give it to her.
Circling her clit with my finger as my thrusts continue, she pulls my mouth to her and parts her lips for my tongue. Her lips suck on my tongue and I have to use all my willpower not to combust at the feeling of her mouth and her pussy, both clenching and sucking me so well. Abby’s body starts to move faster underneath me, a sign that she’s usually close to her orgasm.
“Do. Not. Come.” My voice growls in her ear as her whimpers get more and more frequent,
“Ford, it’s so good.” The sweat from both of our bodies is mixing together as we pant between words. I want us to come together. I’m going to give her the most unbelievable fucking orgasm of her life tonight. My body slams into her over and over, pumping in and out. Abby’s breathing is more erratic and she’s calling out my name every other word. Hearing her sounds and with the way she feels, my own orgasm is about to explode.
