His cock is smooth and hot, and I let go of his mouth. “Stand up and fuck my mouth,” I urge him and he wastes no time jumping to his feet, standing in front of me. His cock is at the perfect height for my mouth. My tongue comes out to lick up his shaft before sucking the tip into my mouth. Flicking the head of his cock before taking it back between my lips, I feel his hand go to the back of my head as he moves his hips slowly to fill my mouth with his cock.
He hits the back of my throat with half his cock, making me gag. “You can take it,” he demands, moving a bit faster. “Open up that throat for me.” I look up at him, his blue eyes piercing into mine. “Nothing prettier than you with my cock in your mouth.” My hands move in between my legs as I slide a finger in me. “You need my cock in you, don’t you?” I nod my head up and down as he reaches around and grabs his wallet from his pants. “Going to let go of my cock so I can fuck you?” I slide his cock out of my mouth, releasing it with a pop, as I lie back and watch him take the condom out of his wallet, my finger moving in and out of me. “Keeping yourself wet and ready for me?” He watches me, his eyes greedily scanning my body, watching me play with myself. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to slide your cock in me and fuck me.” I move my hand faster. “Then I want to ride you.” I arch my back. “And I want you to bend me over and fuck me like it’s the last time you are going to fuck me.”
“Move your hand,” he growls between clenched teeth, and I do what I’m told. He rubs his cock up and down my slit. “Watch your pussy take my cock.” I look down as he slides into me, my eyes entranced by the way I spread around him. “You like this?” he asks me, moving his cock in and out of me. I lean back onto the couch, his hand moving between us, his thumb playing with my clit. All I can do is nod and moan. “When I play with your clit, your pussy gets even tighter.”
“Faster,” I urge him as he leans forward and slides his tongue into my mouth.
He stops fucking me, planting himself all the way in me. “Put your legs around my shoulders.” I move my legs from his hips to over his shoulders. When he pulls out and then slams back in, I swear I feel him so deep in me that I see stars. My hands go to his as he pounds into me. It’s not slow like the last time. This time he is fucking me because he needs to fuck me. “You’re going to come,” he demands and I moan out his name.
My legs fall from around his shoulders. “Play with your clit,” he tells me, and my hand moves in between us as I move it side to side, his hand gripping my tits as he fucks me harder. “There you go,” he tells me as I come, my eyes closing as he pushes me over the edge. His hand helps mine rub my clit. “There you go, Kylie,” he says as I squeeze him tighter. He bends to take a nipple into his mouth, my body feeling limp as he slowly fucks me now.
“It’s my turn,” I say as he pulls out of me, his cock still rock-hard. I stand up and hold onto him as I get my feet under me. “Sit,” I direct him and he does what I say.
He leans back on the couch, and I move between his legs. “Turn around,” he tells me and I do, “and bend over.” I reach over to put my hands on the coffee table. He grabs my ass and I feel his tongue slide into my pussy. “I would eat this pussy all day long if I could.”
I move my ass back into his lap, he positions his cock at my entrance as I slide onto him, holding onto his knees. His hands come up to hold my tits, rolling my nipples as I move up and down. He wraps his arm around my waist, twisting me to the side so he can kiss me. My leg comes up onto the couch and he moves his other hand down to strum my clit as I ride him. His hips coming up and down to meet my thrusts. “Good God,” I mutter, my head thrown back on his shoulder as I move and turn around to straddle him. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a cock this bad in my life,” I admit to him, holding him in my hand and sliding down on him as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Good to know. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck you.” He grips my ass in his hands as I move up and down his cock. “Dream of fucking you. Wake up with my cock so hard, and all I want is to slide into you.” I close my eyes, and I let go of another orgasm. “Fuck, Kylie,” he hisses my name, grabbing my hips and pulling me up and down on him faster and faster. When I’m at the end of my orgasm, he slams me down so hard on him I come again, but this time he comes with me. “Fuck,” is the last thing he says before I feel him twitch inside of me. “Sex with you just might kill me,” he declares, and I hold his face in my hand and I smile.
“Not a bad way to die.” I chuckle as he pulls me down to kiss me.
seventeen
Knox
“I can’t move,” she mumbles as she falls onto her stomach. My hands let go of her hips, as my cock slips out of her. After the couch, I got up and went to the bathroom and she joined me, taking off the nightie she was wearing and leaving her gloriously naked. One thing led to another, and I finger fucked her while she sat on her vanity. Her hand worked my cock at the same time before she swallowed my cum.
I was going to get dressed and leave, but then she started the shower. Quickly, the dream I had that morning replayed in my mind, so I made sure it was a reality, fucking her against the wall. After she dislodged herself from me, I followed her out and found her eating pizza, naked in her kitchen. I’ve never been with anyone who was so free with being naked. She couldn’t care less about her body, and she had every right to flaunt it. She was also the most confident woman I’d ever met. Definitely the best sex of my life, I mean that wasn’t even a question. I’d never gone back-to-back so fast in my life like I did with her. The minute I got out of her, I was counting down until I could get back inside.
Now I’ve just taken her again. This time on her hands and knees and she was tapping out. “I’m going to be walking and wincing tomorrow.” She looks over her shoulder at me for a second before moving up to put her head on her pillow. I slap her ass before getting off the bed and heading back to the bathroom, this time by myself, pulling the condom off me. I clean up and by the time I walk out, she is under the covers and softly snoring. I walk over to the side of the bed, think about grabbing my stuff and leaving, but I don’t. I walk back into the living room, turn off all the lights and then move back to the bedroom and slide into bed with her. I meet her in the middle of the bed, her hair across her pillow. She grumbles in her sleep as I spoon her, my leg in between hers. I think, I’ll just rest my eyes for a second and then wake up and be gone by the time she wakes up.
I hear movement, my eyes flutter open and I look to the side. It takes me a second to realize I’m not in my bed or in my house. I’m lying on my back, the cover at my chest, with my hand on top of it. I’m not in the middle of the bed. I’m not even on the other side of the bed. No, I’m on her side of the bed. I put my head back down as she continues moving around. She walks out of her closet, and I see her hair is done and she is dressed in beige pants that are tight on her hips and loose all the way down. An orange silk button-down, long-sleeve silk shirt is tucked in. There is a gold necklace around her neck and a gold watch on her wrist. “What time is it?” I ask her as she walks to the bedside table closest to me and grabs her phone.
“It’s just a little after eight,” she answers and then looks at me. I rub my hand over my face.
“I’ll get out of your hair.” I toss the covers off myself as I swing one leg out and then the other.
“I put your clothes on the bench.” She points down to the bench at the end of her bed. The nightie she was wearing when I got here is beside my clothes that she folded up; jeans on the bottom, T-shirt of top of them, boxers on the top.
“Thanks,” I say, grabbing the boxers and slipping them on. She walks out of the room and to the kitchen. I move to the bathroom, washing my face quickly and then go back out to see she didn’t come back. I put my jeans on and then walk out of the bedroom, putting one hand in the sleeve of the shirt and then the other. As I step in, I see her in the kitchen, making herself a coffee.
She’s wearing heels now, and I have the sudden need to go and fit myself to her back and kiss her neck. “Do you want a coffee?” she asks me over her shoulder when she hears me step into the room.
“Do you have time for me to have a coffee?” I ask her. She turns around to face me, her back leaned against the counter. She oozes independence like no one else I’ve ever met before. Confidence and boldness too.
“Not really,” she makes a joke and hides it with the cup of coffee in front of her mouth, “but you’re still here so…”
I chuckle and look down at the floor, uneasy about how easy it is with her. How she’s not asking for more than what we’re both giving to each other. “So then I’ll have a coffee.”
“Great,” she states in the most sarcastic tone I’ve ever heard in my life. “I’m assuming you don’t take sugar…” She walks over to the side and takes a mug down; my eyes go directly to her ass in those pants. “And light milk?”
“It’s like you know me.”
“No,” she quickly answers. “I know Kirby, and you and him have the same diet, kind of, so it was an easy guess.”
She presses the button on the coffee maker before going to the fridge, grabbing the milk, leaving the door of the fridge open and pouring a bit in the cup and then replacing it. The machine stops and she grabs the cup, putting it on the counter. “There. Do you want it in a to-go cup?”
