For not the first time today, I cursed the blistering heat as I stepped out of my car. July in Houston was not for the faint of heart. Shouldering my gym bag and my laptop bag, I could already feel sweat starting to form around my temples and the back of my neck as the blast furnace-level breeze hit me from behind. The black asphalt of the parking lot was not any more comfortable as I hurried towards my bottom floor apartment, my bags bouncing off my hips from my hurried pace. I was thankful for the assigned parking spaces the apartment complex enforced, meaning that my front door was no more than fifty feet from my parking space. The key slid into the lock easily, but my hand protested the heat of the doorknob that had been baking in the sun all afternoon. With a shove of my shoulder, the door swung up, and I was engulfed in the sweet, cool embrace of air conditioning.
I set my laptop bag down on the floor next to the door and tossed my gym bag into the corner, making a mental note to throw them into the washer later. Closing my eyes, I leaned against the door and let a breath out, taking a moment to savor the cool interior of the apartment. A familiar scent tickled my nose as my eyes flicked open.
*I smell tacos!*
I shuffled across the living room floor, turning the corner into the kitchen as the smell grew stronger. Gabriella, or Gabby as I called her, was standing at the stove, stirring something in her signature cast iron pan. The smell and the sound of the sizzle were incredible, and immediately my mouth was watering. And then, I heard it. It was soft at first, almost drowned out by the sizzling of the meat. Then it came louder. An ugly, undignified sob came from Gabby as she dabbed her face with a tissue. I went back into the living room, making it a point to bump the wall separating the kitchen and the living room to announce my arrival. We had been roommates for the past five years, starting in our last two years of college at the University of Texas. She was undoubtedly my best friend in the whole world. More than once, I’d not made myself known when I came home from work, and more than once, her angry Latina side had made an appearance when I surprised her. I am not gonna say I almost died or anything, but I did make it a point to purchase more brown pants… just in case. Turning the corner into the kitchen, I said nothing as she wiped her eyes again, trying to hide the box of tissues in one of the drawers next to the stove. What she failed to hide was the pile of used tissues on the counter.
Normally she was a bright, bubbly, and brilliant woman who at all times smiled. At just shy of five feet tall, she was petite, but she had the biggest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. Not to mention she had one of those smiles that can just turn around your day, no matter how bad it was. Today wasn’t one of those days.
“Hey, James. I hope you’re hungry! I’ve made a bunch of tacos for tonight,” I could hear the quiver in her voice, despite her attempt to sound cheerful.
Beef tacos were Gabby’s comfort food. Bad break-up? Tacos. Fired from her job? Tacos. Her car broke down again? Tacos. To be fair, her tacos were amazing, so I couldn’t exactly fault her. However, after being her roommate for five years, I knew there was something up. I said nothing, I just crossed my arms and leaned against the fridge, glaring at her.
Gabby looked up from the stove for a full second to look at me. Sure enough, her cheeks were red, and her big brown eyes were moist with tears still. She had been crying hard.
“Please stop looking at me like that,” she shook her head as she returned to preparing the food.
“What happened? Car break down again?” I asked.
She said nothing, but the eye roll said enough.
“Hmmm, not that. Did your interview not go well today?”
Another eye roll told me that wasn’t it either, “James, please just drop it.”
I took a moment to consider. My eyes darted around the kitchen for clues. Tucked in the corner was her favorite wine, the cork out and sitting on the counter next to a wine glass.
*Ah, ha. That would explain it.*
“Let me guess, that jerk broke up with you… what was his name again, Robbie? Rob? Rodger or something like that?”
“GOD DAMMIT, JAMES!” Gabby yelled at me, one hand in a fist, the other waving a wooden spoon at me menacingly, “I said drop it!”
*Bingo. Called it.*
“No,” I said flatly, “I won’t fucking drop it, Gabby.”
Her nostrils flared at me as she took a step towards me, “I swear, if you don’t drop the issue, I will beat you within an inch of-”
“FUCKING DO IT THEN!” I roared back at her, ripping the spoon out of her hand and throwing it across the kitchen, “Hit me if it will make you feel better! Beat the shit out of me! Scream at me until you can’t fucking breathe, Gabby! DO IT! DO IT! But just realize that once you’ve worked it out of your system, the only person to blame for how you feel right now is yourself!”
“FUCK YOU, PENDEJO!” she screamed as I felt the sting of her palm across my cheek.
One thing was for sure, she sure didn’t hit like someone that was a hair under five foot. In addition to the stinging feeling on my cheek, the warmth of the pain, there were a few stars in my vision. But when I saw the hurt, regretful look on her face as her brown eyes opened wide, nothing else mattered.
“James, I’m sorry… I… I…” she tried to speak as her bottom lip began to tremble and her eyes filled with tears again.
I rubbed the stinging sensation out of my cheek before responding, “You know what? I’m done being nice about this.”
“W-what do you mean?” she asked, bringing her fingers to cover her quivering lips.
I shook my head in disappointment, “Ever since we met in Uni, I’ve watched you date dirtbag after dirtbag. One right after the other has been nothing but ungrateful, womanizing pieces of shit. One right after the other has broken your heart, and I’ve been the one to pick up the pieces every-fucking-time. You like bad boys, I get it, but frankly, your taste in men is absolute shit, Gabby. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to be the asshole. But clearly, nothing has changed in the past five years, so here I am, once again, picking up the pieces. So you know what? Fuck it, I’ll be the asshole.”
“I know I have horrible taste in guys,” Gabby agreed.
“No, your taste in men is fucking abysmal. I mean, you have to know when you get involved with these guys that they are going to break your heart. You have to know that you’re nothing more to them than a fun fuck for a couple of weeks,” I waited for her to respond, accepting a nod in agreement from her, “Then why do you do it? Why the fuck do you bother with these assholes knowing good a fucking well they are only going to hurt you? Then you come home, cry on my shoulder, and ask me where all the good guys are.”
“I don’t know,” Gabby leaned against the counter, covering her face with her hands, “Probably because I’m an idiot, James. I always think that the next one is going to be different. The next one is going to be better, but the next one is always worse! I just want someone to love me for me! Is that too much to ask?”
“For someone with such big, beautiful eyes, you’re the blindest girl I’ve ever met,” I crossed my arms and glared at her again.
Lifting her head from her hands, she looked at me, head tilted to the side in confusion, “Excuse me?”
“You fucking heard me, Gabby,” in three paces, I crossed the distance of the kitchen until I stood right in front of her, “You want someone to love you for you? You want to find someone to love you and treat you right?”
She wiped a tear from her cheek as she nodded her head up and down.
“THEN OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES, GABBY!” I jabbed my fingers into my chest, “I am right here! I’ve been here for the past five years, waiting for you to give me a chance! Jesus, why do you think I am at the gym three times a week? I’ve been trying to build muscle to get your attention because that’s what you seem to like in guys! Big arms, big chest, and a flat stomach, with a little bitty brain. I’ve been in love with you since our first year at Uni together! How have you not seen that?!”
I could see the realization strike her like a slap to the head as those big brown eyes blinked at me and grew wide.
“Dammit, Gabriella!” I pushed myself away from her and paced as my heart beat a million times a second, “I’m not that geeky dude that I used to be that helped you with pre-cal five years ago. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I stuck around, you would notice me. I thought maybe you would notice how much I truly care about you. I’ve desperately been waiting for my chance to make you happy. Why do you think I moved to Houston with you? I got a job offer after graduation to go to work and design cars for GMC right after graduation. I never told you because I didn’t want you to feel bad about it. I never told you because I wanted to be with you.”
She blinked at me, saying nothing, just a shocked look on her face.
“I gave up EVERYTHING for you, Gabby,” I stopped, pointing at the floor, “All so I could be here with you. All I want is a chance to love you. I want a chance to show you how you should be loved. I want a chance to show you what true happiness can feel like. More than anything else in the world, I want to be with you. No job offer on the planet is going to be more enticing than being with you and seeing your pretty face every day. But, at this point, I am fed up with waiting. I’m fed up seeing you in pain after every break-up. I am fed up with trying so hard for you to notice me, just for you to look right past me. If you won’t give me a chance, tell me now, and I’ll be gone by the morning.”
That was it, I finally told her how I felt. Shooting my shot, as they call it. It wasn’t as pretty or as glorious as I’d imagined it would have been over the past five years, but for better or worse, it was done. I stood in the kitchen, holding my breath for what felt like forever as I just watched Gabby stand there. Her jaw moved up and down like she was trying to speak, but her eyes darted back and forth as if she was searching for something. Then something I never expected happened…
To say she attacked me would be a bit of an understatement. I remember falling asleep to something on the National Geographic Channel one night. It was about the hunting habits of lions. The female lioness would crouch down low in the grass and wait for the right moment to ambush her prey. For a flash of a moment, Gabby shared that same look of hunger in her eyes as the lioness did. Before I could even react, the petite, hispanic goddess that I have been in love with for the past five years pounced on me, desperate to sate her hunger. Her hands gripped my shirt as she jumped up, wrapping her legs around my hips. Soft, silky lips pressed to mine as my heart skipped a beat. I’ve kissed plenty of other girls before, but this was an entirely different experience. Time felt like it stood still for minutes as every aspect of our first kiss seared into my consciousness. Kissing Gabby for the first time was nothing short of a whole-body experience. I could feel the heat of her breath on my cheeks. I could feel the soft caress of her lips on mine. I could feel the grip of her thighs pressing into my sides. I could feel her breasts pressed to my chest as I held her as close as I could manage to squeeze her without hurting her. I could feel her heart beating against my chest as my own heart raced with excitement. I could feel the silkiness of her smooth skin beneath my fingers. The scent of her lavender body wash mixed with her cucumber shampoo consumed my senses. At that moment, I had no worries, no fears, no doubts. At that moment, the only thing on my mind was her.
The kiss continued for several moments longer, each of us pulling and tugging at one another in a desperate attempt to hold one another closer. I sat her on the counter behind where she had been standing, pushing her hips against mine as she moaned faintly into my mouth. My other hand traced up her back, grasping the back of her neck as I leaned into our kiss. Her hands grasped my hips, pulling roughly against them until my cock was pinched between her pelvic bone and mine. Finally, after what felt like several minutes, our faces separated. Time crawled along as I lost myself all over again in her big, gorgeous brown eyes, both of us breathing heavily, refusing to look away.
A voice in the back of my head screamed at me, *SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!*
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words that came out were something I never wondered ever to say to Gabby, let alone any other woman.
“YOU. ARE. MINE. NOW,” my voice came out with a predatory growl that I didn’t even know I was capable of.
*Smooth. Now I’ve made it creepy. Way to fucking go, idiot. I wait five years for this moment, and I’ve already fucked everything up in the first five minutes.*
Gabriella bit down on her bottom lip as a smile stretched across her face, her eyes full of excitement, “Yes, sir.”
*Or maybe not…*
“You have no idea the things I’ve wanted to do to you,” I stared intently into her eyes, “You have no idea the thoughts I’ve had about you as I stroke myself in the shower.”
I felt her hands pull against my hips, and while I couldn’t see her mouth move, I heard her mutter a faint “Oh, fuck…”
Her fingers traced along my belt line until she reached the button of my jeans, popping them loose with little effort. I grasped her hands and glared at her.
“No,” I growled at her.
An expression of concern washed over her face as she looked at me, “Wait… what? Why?”
A mischievous smile filled the corner of my mouth as my hand found the button to her jeans, popping them loose, “I’ve been waiting for years to treat you like I treat my guitar. I’ll be damned if I am going to let you go first.”
Gabby’s head instinctively tilted to the side as her eyebrow went up, her natural look of confusion.
*Huh… I wondered for sure she would have picked up on that reference right away.*
My hand traced up her stomach, between her breasts, until my fingers grasped her throat, “I am going to hold you by the neck and play you until you make sweet, beautiful music for me.”
She said nothing as she stared at me, her head nodding up and down as she bit down on her bottom lip.
*Fuck, that is so fucking sexy for some reason…*
Tugging her jeans down, I peeled them off her, sending them flying to land somewhere in the living room. Her legs spread aside, a pair of yellow panties concealing her delicate pink flower that was currently leaving a growing wet spot on the fabric. My fingers hooked her panties and pulled them down slowly. A string of her liquid excitement stretched from the fabric of her panties to the bare folds of her mouth. The sight of Gabby’s pussy soaked with her juices was not the first I’d ever seen, but it was the first that made my mouth water with just one glance. She looked utterly delicious. I broke the string of her excitement with a finger, bringing it to my mouth as I took a moment to sample her nectar. Sweet, smooth, and delightful flavors danced across my tongue as I let out my own moan of approval.
“Fuck, Gabby,” I smacked my lips with my tongue, “Apparently, your cooking is the only thing about you that tastes amazing.”
Pulling her panties off the rest of the way and absolutely no clue or care as to where they landed, I dropped to my knees between her thighs. Her thighs and pink folds glistened with liquid excitement as my tongue craved the taste of her. As I leaned in to dive my tongue between her folds, she shoved me back.
“What are you doing?!?” she said, breathing heavily but wearing a perplexed expression.
*Oh shit, what did I do wrong?*
“What does it look like I am doing, Gabby? I’m about to bury my face between your thighs and explore you with my tongue,” I declared, proud of myself for the confidence I was displaying.
Her expression went soft as those big brown eyes blinked rapidly several times, “You mean you actually want to go down on me? Like, eat me out?”
“Damned right I do,” I said, and at that moment, I realized that it might not be something she is comfortable with, “Why? Is there something wrong?”
“No, I just…” Gabby seemed to relax a bit as she brushed a strand of rebellious hair behind her shoulder, “I’ve never had a guy actually WANT to go down on me. I normally have to perform oral on them first, and then they return the favor, but it’s more like a chore to them.”
I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at her soaked mound, a string of her excitement hanging from her clitoral hood, “Oh well, their fucking loss. My fucking gain.”
I dove in, flattening my tongue against the base of her mound as I licked up. I growled with pleasure as her nectar coated my tongue, filling my mouth with her sweet flavor. When I reached her clit, I felt her whole body jerk as she moaned, gasping as her fingers took hold of chunks of my hair. While my tongue would argue that her whole pussy was a sweet spot, there was no doubt by the sounds of her moans and the tugs on my hair that I had certainly found her sweet spot as my mouth sucked and teased her clit. I closed my eyes, focusing on every movement of my tongue and lips, dedicating them solely to nothing but her pleasure. Gabby’s legs jerked, her moans growing louder, her grip on my hair growing tighter as I continued to please her with my mouth.
“James… fuck, that feels so… Oh my God…”
I could hear Gabby’s moans grow louder, her breaths deeper right up until her thighs started to squeeze my head. I felt her heels against my back as she locked her legs behind me, her hips and back arching as she held onto my hair for dear life. Her legs quivered around me, as as I felt the rest of her body tense up. I slipped two fingers inside of her, immediately feeling her G-spot on my fingertips. With a rhythmic “come here” motion of my fingers, I dedicated all of my focus to her pleasure. My efforts were rewarded as her whole body shook, followed by a muffled scream I heard through her thighs. Then her legs went limp as the sounds of our apartment and her breathing returned to my ears. She was panting, staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide.
“That was… WOW,” she managed to say between breaths, “I’ve never had ANYONE eat me out like that before.”
I rose to my feet, leaning into her as my hand traced from her stomach, between her breasts, my fingers coming to rest as they held her neck. Her big brown eyes beamed up at me with excitement as I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her softly before nibbling gently on her bottom lip. My other hand found her opening as I slipped my fingers back inside of her. She gasped as she pulled roughly on my shirt.
“Oh no,” I growled in her face as she began to moan softly again, “I am not done with you yet. You’re going to make beautiful music for me now.”
I must have been doing a good job because it didn’t take long for her eyes to roll back as she started to moan loudly again. Indeed she did make gorgeous music for me as I kept my hand around her throat, swapping between fingering her and strumming her clit with my fingers. Her mix of moans, squeaks, and screams of pleasure was nothing short of a sensual soliloquy to my ears. Her next orgasm came quickly as my fingers delved inside of her, my fingertips paying special attention to her G-spot. The second was intense and violent. She screamed so loud it made my ears ring a little, her thighs clamped down on my hand, and for a second, I wondered she was gonna break my wrist. She pulled so hard on my shirt that the buttons popped off and landed across the kitchen.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” she begged after rediscovering her ability to talk after the second orgasm.
I immediately pulled my hand away from her throat, removing my fingers from between her thighs and holding them up in the air, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Gabby stared at the ceiling, sucking in breath through her mouth and blowing it out slowly as I admired the slick mess I’d created between her legs.
“I’m fine,” she took in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out slowly as she met my gaze with her big brown eyes, “I just need to catch my breath for a second. That was what, three orgasms back to back? How… where… who taught you how to do that? NONE of my ex’s were ever THIS good.”
I said nothing, but I couldn’t hold back the smile. Gabby tilted her head at me, knowing good and well I wasn’t about to tell her shit.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” she pouted, “But you better get over here and fuck me. That was a nice warm-up, but I REALLY need some dick now.”
“And if I refuse?” I attempted to tease her.
“Oh no, Buck-o, you don’t get that option.”
Gabby hopped off the kitchen counter, grabbing my shirt with both hands as she pulled me roughly towards the living room. I could hear as well as feel my shirt ripping in places as she guided me toward the couch. She was really strong for someone so tiny! She spun me, attempting to shove me onto the couch, but at the last moment, I turned, shoving her on the couch. She turned onto her back and spread her legs, and for a moment, I was able to soak in how gorgeous she really was. Her big, gorgeous brown eyes glowed up at me. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip, as she wore a look of desperation and nothing else. Smooth, delicate caramel-colored skin covered her body. Her B-cups looked so delicious and tantalizing. Her hairless, caramel mound was soaked with her own excitement as curtains of pink peeked out as if to invite me in.
“Come on, James!” she protested as I stood there for what felt like an eternity, soaking in her exotic beauty, “Stop teasing me! I am dying to know what dick I have been missing out on for the past five years!”
“Okay, fine,” I finally gave in, unbuckling my belt.
I made it as far as unzipping my jeans before she hooked my boxers, yanking them to the floor. When she looked up, her eyes went wide again.
“Holy shit, James!” she exclaimed as I tried to determine if the look on her face was excitement or fear, “This is NOT at all what I was expecting!”
“I know, I know,” I said, feeling a bit foolish, “It’s probably just average compared to what you’re used to.”
“Average? The length, sure, but you are plenty long enough without it being uncomfortable,” Gabby said with a nervous twinge to her voice as she held up her wrist to compare it to my dick, “But girth? You have, without a doubt, the girthiest dick I have ever seen that wasn’t in a porno. You are damn near as thick as my arm!”
“Is that a good thing?” I asked, unsure how else to respond.
She let out a nervous laugh, “I don’t know. I’m a little intimidated by how thick you are. I don’t even know how I am going to fit all of that inside me! You’ll split me in two!”
“One way to find out,” I said as I tossed her back onto the couch, holding her legs in the air with one hand.
Teasing the tip of my cock against her pink curtains, I moaned aloud as their silky embrace surrounded the first inch as I pressed against her opening. She was so wet there was absolutely no resistance. I eased back and forth, lubing my length with her liquid excitement before easing another inch in. She gasped, grabbing onto my hand.
“You okay?” I asked, worried I might have hurt her.
She nodded, so I pressed another inch or so into her. She gasped again, lacing her fingers between mine as she squeezed my hands. Another inch, and she moaned out, her eyes rolling back again. I took a moment to look down. She had almost half my length inside, and already her tiny pussy looked like it was stretched to its limits. Her tight opening hugged my girth snuggly. I couldn’t help but notice how thick my dick actually looked, buried halfway into her petite body. With another push of my hips, the last three or-so remaining inches slipped inside of her as she let out a quivering moan.
“FUUUUUCK, James,” she moaned my name, “I’ve never felt so full before. Not even my toys fill me up like you do! I can feel you pressing on my cervix and every inch of you has me stretched out right now. I CAN’T believe I’ve been missing out on this for the past five years!”
*Holy shit! Am I really balls-deep in Gabby right now? Five years of masturbating to her naughty pictures on Reddit, fantasizing about what she would feel like… NONE of it even comes close! She’s so tight, wet, and soft!*
I ease out, then back in slowly. It was official. Being inside of Gabby was my new favorite place on Earth. I was by no means a virgin, but Gabby’s pussy was on a whole nother level. Every inch of my cock was being hugged by her soft and accommodating pussy. She moaned as I picked up my pace until my balls were slamming against her ass. The wet, slapping sounds of lust echoed in our living room, interrupted only by the increasing volume of her moaning. I held on tightly to her legs as she began to tremble beneath me. She screamed out, and I could feel her orgasm around my girth as she pulsed with ecstasy. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. DAMN she felt so good! I could feel myself nearing my own climax as her hands grasped my hips, pulling me into her with every thrust. I was getting close but not quite there… or so I wondered. In the blink of an eye, her hands released my hips, and I felt her caress my balls. That’s all it took, just a little touch and one squeeze to go from almost painting her insides white. I groaned out, closing my eyes as the room began to spin, and I planted myself as deep as I could go inside of her. I heard Gabby gasp, I think. I’m not quite sure. The pure pleasure of being inside of Gabby, and how amazing she felt gave me such an intense climax that there was at least a good thirty seconds to a whole minute that was just sort of a blur. After several moments, the rush of my climax passed, and I finally caught my breath, my vision starting to clear a bit. When I finally opened my eyes, I found Gabby staring up at me, her eyes wide, her expression that of… satisfaction, maybe? Or maybe it was surprise? Anger? I honestly wasn’t sure.
“Did…” she looked down between her legs, my cock still planted as deep inside her as it would go, “D-did you just cum inside of me? I’m not on the pill, James.”
“I… I… just assumed that, you know, with your ex’s… I didn’t mean to!” I pushed myself away from her as I went into full panic mode and paced in front of the couch, “You just felt so damn good… and I was going to pull out… but… but… then you touch my balls… and… I’m sorry, Gabby! It just all happened so fast!”
She lifted her head as a gush of my cum leaked from between her folds that flowed down to her asshole before dripping onto the couch cushion.
“And you came A LOT, James,” she said as she touched the stream leaking from her, “Jesus, that’s a lot of cum! What were you thinking? Are you trying to get me pregnant or just marking your territory?”
I stopped, turning to look at her. My eyes locked onto the stream of white steadily leaking from her petite body.
*That is MY cum leaking out of her. MY CUM. In MY Gabby.*
“I… I… I…” I stumbled over my words until realization washed over me like a wave of clarity, and only then was I able to return her gaze, “Yes.”
“Yes, what, James?” she said, as she glared at me, “Yes, you’re trying to get me pregnant, or yes, you are trying to mark your territory?”
I realized that despite just emptying my balls into Gabby a minute ago, I was still rock hard. Maybe it was the excitement of finally being with Gabby. Maybe it was some newly discovered confidence. Maybe it was the sight of my seed leaking out of the woman I had been crazy about for years. I wasn’t really sure at that moment. What I was sure about was that I was ready to go again.
“JAMES! What are you-” Gabby exclaimed before she moaned out after I hopped back onto the couch and slipped back inside of her.
My hand found her throat again as I leaned into her, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke, my eyes locked onto hers, “Yes, I want to get you pregnant. Yes, I am marking my territory. I told you in the kitchen that you are mine now, and I fucking meant it, Gabby. Your heart, your mind, your smile, your body, your pussy, your womb… I WANT IT ALL. I want to fill that tight little amazing pussy of yours every night. I want to wake up every morning next to you and be the first one that gets to see you smile every day. I want to be the one who knows the comfort of your love and your touch. I want to make beautiful babies with you and I want to love you how you deserve to be loved. Dammit, Gabby, I do love you. I love everything about you. After that first year in University that we lived together, I can’t figure out how to live without you!”
Gabby’s eyes opened wide as she smiled up at me, “You really want to make babies with me? Are you still going to love me the same when I am fat and disgustingly pregnant?”
“Of course not,” I scoffed.
She slapped me on the arm, hard, “ASSHOLE!”
I grasped her wrists, pinning them above her head as I shoved my hips forward, pinning her hips below the weight of my own, “You didn’t let me finish. Of course, I won’t love you the same. You’re going to be carrying OUR child, which means I will love you even more than I do now.”
I watched as her eyes grew misty, “Aww! Do you mean that?”
“Every word,” I said as I stole a kiss, “And I hope that you will give me the chance to prove that to you.”
I felt her legs locked around my waist, “Yes, I will give you a chance. BUT… only on one condition.”
“Anything,” I replied as I lost myself in her big brown eyes.
“I get to be on top this time.”
I threw my head back and laughed as I sat back on the couch. She wasted no time climbing on top of me and taking me back inside of her.
“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into,” she said coyly as I felt her hand tease and caress my balls again while she started to ride me, “Because I am going to drain every last drop out of you.”
She wasn’t kidding. Ten minutes later, I had the most intense climax of my life. The sort of climax where she doesn’t stop no matter how much you beg her to, and it leaves you wondering which way is up. We took a break for dinner after that. By the time we both passed out from exhaustion a few hours later, the remnants of four loads sat inside her petite body.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.