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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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They'd fucked like rabbits for days.
Somehow, she lay prone and spread out on his back, her head resting on his back. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest against his back. The very thought of her breasts against her back made him smile.
She sighed.
They were happy. Like deep in their guts, stupid smile on their faces happy. He willed his mind to stay with him. Placing an arm under his chin, he felt her inhale deeply, brushing her always stiff nipples on the sides of his back. He felt her wake.
She ran her left leg along the length of his right. He felt her smile involuntarily.
"Talk". She spoke.
"What? Er... What should I say?"
"Anything. I like hearing you talk."
He was almost certain she was smiling. It seemed to pull at his chest anytime she smiled. You know those type of smiles that left her entire, almost straight teeth glaring for the world to see? With spaces in between the sides of her lips and her teeth? With the middle of her lower lip creating a slight dimple? A dimple he'd come to love to suck?
"I'll tell you a story, then"
"Make it scary". She breathed. "And horny".
"Haha". I'm a specialist at tragedy."
He could almost picture her think. She said he had a ready made answer for everything. Sometimes he thought in his head, I have a readymade dick for everything. But he knew. And he was scared. He was so scared, he doubted his ability to please her. He felt the moisture of her warm breathe settle on his neck. She felt the tips of her fingers, slightly, ever so slightly, caress the nape of his neck. He shivered, not from the touch, but from the thought of what that slight touch could do to his mind.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing".
"So you won't tell me a story then?"
"Except you'd listen to a tragedy?"
She rolled off him to his side. She faced him, her almost angelic
"Let’s make a story then, just you and me".
He turned over, as she sat up on his laps. He grabbed her ass, tilted his head and kissed her neck. Her hands splayed at his sides, clutching his ribcage with as much ferocity as he worked his magic on her neck. He moved to her collar bone, and felt the laps moisten. He drew away. He held her face in his hands, and silently willed her to smile. As he saw the approach of a smile on her small face, he closed his eyes, and enclosed her upper lip in a soft kiss. He slowed down the kiss, totally disregarding her lower lip, barely kissing her, making her lean forward in want....
She drew his face to hers, her hands on his head, kissing him so hard she almost drew blood. He turned her over, laying her down on the bed, tracing a path from her lips to her very core, barely hearing her soft moans turn into muffled screams as his lips brushed against her clitoris. His tongue parted her lips, tasting the sour and warm essence of her. Teasing, licking, softly chewing, her laps closed over his ears so tightly, he almost turned deaf to her outward screams. Using his mouth like a suction tube, he applied "mouthy" pressure on her vagina and, at first brushed against her rudder gently, before proceeding to make into his own private lollipop...
Her eyes glazed over as he worked his magic over her.
Such undeniable magic. It was embarrassing to not admit how much he made her come verbally, but admit it directly to his mouth. Never had she wanted to conquer a human so much. She could hardly remember how it happened. Much of their relationship was purely sexual. Form the first day she texted him, his brazen sexuality tickled her senses in ways it shouldn't have.
His Voice.
His voice alone could caress her from miles away, making her want him with warm proof from between her thighs...The first time she saw him, she wasn't actually that attracted to his face to be honest, but it certainly didn't lose any points with lesser opinions so it mattered not.
Besides, his body, his style, his seriousness was just intoxicating. So intoxicating, how could she resist a little random sex?
With him, she found herself saying that a lot.
“How can I resist?”
He came to her hotel room the next day, as soon as she opened the door she felt the game was afoot instantly. This pretty ass boy came to fall in love. She felt his desire for her. It crackled in the air.
She didn't even remember how it happened to be honest, all she knew was suddenly everybody was naked, suddenly his mouth was everywhere, suddenly all these gorgeous adlibs were raining down on her and suddenly her panties were being torn off by a perfect set of model teeth.
Absolute demon.
His penis made her think of a Dragon, ancient & powerful, commanding, yet benevolent if loved correctly. Every rumor she had ever heard of the stereotypical african man presented itself in her face that day. She felt like the knight who instead of slaying the Dragon, wooed it to get to it's treasure.
To even compare it to her forearm would be incredulous.
And she took all of it.
She fucking bruised it. He got d*unk off her ability, no one had ever taken over his body like that.
As he had her climbing the wall to get away from his tongue.
While smoking a blunt.
He talked. “What are we doing?”
She kissed the tip of his member and his eyes instantly shut. “We're just two human beings, enjoying each other. You'll never want to stop enjoying me, you love this fat pussy too much.”
Another kiss, this time met with a groan.
“Why don't you come over here and show me just how much you're going to miss this soon? I might hate you next time I see you, this might be your only chance.”
His eyes fly open and he stares right into her's, looking for any sort of deception or mirth that would indicate her words be translated into a joke. But she did not change any part of her face, she neither smiled nor frowned, She had never been more serious with him.
She had reached the pinnacle of her debauchery and her moral compass had become completely askew... It was not her heart to hurt the one fucked, but she had to, to keep herself happy, she did not set out to cause him pain, she simply did not have the courage to break free and so she deviated and like so many of the others before him, her feelings for this dude could be completely eradicated in a matter of a few simple and blissful minutes.
Justice has no place for “feelings” and “sex” in the same breath in this world.
She glanced at the ring on her finger, as it gripped his inner left thigh. It was the ring her boyfriend gave her. It would be his doom eventually. There was no denying that were was no future in them. She found his little bouts of jealousy attractive because of the deficiency's of the relationship she was in at the time.
She would go back, continue to fuck her perfectly loving boyfriend, she could and would not break free.
He still stared into her eyes. She pouted her lips, half closing her eyes in a mock sensual pose and lifted her legs up to his shoulders. He bent down, with her legs still on his shoulder, elevating her ass fully off the bed, his turgid penis brush against her sex.
She shivered.
As he tried to kiss her, she evaded his mouth, caught his ear with her lips, and whispered softly:
Fuck Me. Love Me?
She felt him smile. Such was his complete control, he entered her without a word. Moving inside her, filling her so completely she thought his dick was brushing against her womb. Her legs began to turn into jelly. Her toes arched and a gust of wind blew against her soles...
He stared into her wide eyes. He saw the pleasure he was inflicting on her, saw it written in black and white on her face.
She's beautiful. And much more so when that pretty face was wracked with pleasure.
But she is a fool. Absolutely beautiful, to some, stunning body, to all, but very little mental capability. I don't know what she'll do when her looks run out. She was so lucky to have her boyfriend. Someone who loved her. Who would marry her. In fact, he thought she was lucky getting fucked by him. He couldn't reconcile the facts. They didn't love each other, they loved their mutual understanding. No, they loved each other. *sigh* He just couldn't reconcile it.
He felt his loins quiver. He heard her voice tremble. Ever so distantly. He couldn't stop now. Just like he couldn't stop fucking loving her. He smiled. Ruefully.
She thinks He jokes.
And in a way He does.
With their entire relationship.
Everybody has a purpose. You just have to find the balance. |
