“I’m thinking I was definitely a rebound fuck, and I am also now suddenly realizing why you were desperate not to be one. It doesn’t feel good.”
I shake my head. “I assure you, you werenota rebound fuck.”
She scoffs. “How could I not be under those circumstances?”
“How about because I didn’t seek you out to soothe my wounded heart?” I say. “I was simply enjoying having an actual conversation with a beautiful woman who made me curious as fuck.Youpropositionedme. And if you recall, I almost backed out of it. My reasons for being with you had everything to do with you, and nothing to do with me trying to forget someone else. I swear.”
She looks at me long and hard. “Give me your precise reasons for fucking me, and I’ll be the judge of how acceptable I find them.”
I take a nervous breath. “Are you sure you want them all?”
“Yes. Give me complete honesty, or I will lose all respect for you.”
I nod. “That’s fair. Honesty’s important to me too, Lana. Probably top of the list, given recent events.” I take a deep breath and let my eyes drink her in.
“Reason number one,” I begin. “You are so fucking beautiful, I can’t even remember what I used to think perfect was. Reason two: every word out of your mouth makes me want to hear more. You entertain the fuck out of me with your free and direct, quick-witted ways of expression. There’s a total absence of performative bullshit with you, which means I can trust everything you say, and yousaythings… You say things that causevisceralreactions inside me, Lana. When you refer to yourself with mean words other people have given you, I want to punish them for the damage they’ve done, and then I want to help you rebuild the way you see yourself so that nobody can ever tear you down again.”
“You do?” She gives me a sideways glance. “That’s very flattering. And oddly perceptive of certain things. And highly articulate and overwhelmingly… chest-affecting.” She rests her hand above her breasts and taps out a fast rhythm as her breaths come closer together. “Please continue.”
“Reason three: you asked me to. I don’t know if it was the massive ego boost I got from you requesting sex from me, or that when you ask me for things I just want to deliver them at your feet, but not one part of me wanted to say no — until you said you were a virgin and I realized that made me a dirty old man with no fucking right to besmirch you. That’s when reason four came into play.”
Still short of breath, Lana stares at me with her big brown eyes. “What’s reason four?” she whispers.
“Reason four, is that I really wanted to fucking besmirch your pristine body with my extreme filth and every inch of my cock that I could squeeze inside that tight and gorgeous little au naturel cunt of yours. I can’t even express what you were doing to me regarding the whole… sexual-chemistry-slash-attraction thing. What youdoto me.”
I tear my eyes from her, turn away to catch my breath, and trap my dick under the waistband of my sweatpants before cinching the drawstring downhardon that needy fucker. A hiss escapes me as the pinch bites, and I tie off the bow to keep myself restrained.
“But you backed off,” Lana says, breathless and almost accusatively, as she’s piecing together her recollection of events.
“Yeah. Because reason four is amassivered flag for a guy who knows damn-well he shouldn’t even be entertaining ideas like that. It made me stop and think about what the fuck I was doing, which came with more reasons not to do it — like me having just come out of a gut-wrenching breakup.”
“So I was a rebound fuck?”
“No,” I shut down the notion immediately. “I just said that was a reason Iwasn’tgoing to go through with it.” The words growl out of me, but Lana doesn’t back off.
She leans in. “I’m confused. You had those thoughts, and youdidhave sex with me.”
“Because of reason five,” I explain.
“Which was?”
“That if I didn’t have sex with you, some other asshole would, and they might not give you the perfect first experience you deserved. I figured that ifIdid it, at least I’d know you were in good hands, because I was going to do all I could to make sure you felt beautiful and safe and cared for and satisfied, and?—”
Her lips are on mine, stealing my words and all my thoughts. Her tongue sneaks into my mouth, cautious at first, but soon she’s thrusting forgiveness down my throat. She tastes of tequila and beer, as she had the night before, and her curves press against me with a familiarity that seems impossible to have gained after knowing her for only one day.
She pulls at me, and I fall with her onto the mattress, completely entangled. Her legs wrap around me, and we both seem desperate for friction — the heated connection between us that we know feels so good. I guide her legs down and shift myself until my cock is pressed hard and flat to her hip, then I slide my hand inside her pants to find the crotch of her frilly little shorts soaked. I moan into her mouth.
She spreads herself for my touch, and I swallow down her gasps as I finger her slick cunt and grind her clit with my palm. Her hips thrust upward, and she comes for me in hard, fast squeezes as she whimpers her release and gushes into my hand.
With a groan, I work her for more juices, then I rise on my knees and straddle her as I use her arousal to lube my cock.
Still panting from her orgasm, Lana stares at me — her eyes on mine and then on my cock as I’m pumping it over her. Shequickly tugs all clothing from her upper body and gazes up at me as if I’m some spectacular sight. It’s enough to make my balls ready to fire, and when she wets her lips and opens her pretty little mouth in an invitation, there’s no holding back.
Creamy ropes of cum shoot from my dick to stripe her perfect tits, then I aim for her mouth, milking forth everything I have left until she’s gulping and licking cum from her lips while it drips down her chin.
Fuck,she makes me produce a ton of cum.
And I have the hugest urge to scoop it off her tits and push it inside her.
