This afternoon, we had gone to, umm, lunch on my break, and she had started asking me about the women in my past. I wasn’t gonna give away my whole life story, but she sure as fuck held nothing back.
And now... Well, now there are four men in the world who I want to kill with my bare hands, beat up.
I had left the apartment complex and headed back to work. She wanted me, I sure as fuck wanted her, but for some damn reason, I had done the right thing. Huh, go figure.
That night, she came to me. I guessed I had given her my key, because when I woke up, she was standing over my bed in a bathrobe, nothing else.
Her tits were right there within arm’s reach, and suddenly, I wanted to taste them, so I sat up and pushed the robe from her left shoulder, then the right.
Her nipples were hard, little nubs, and my mouth ached to suck on them, tug on them, taste them. Nothing had ever tasted better.
I threw the blanket off me, pulled her down so she was lying on top of me. I had to give her sexy, pink lips a taste first. God, how I loved them. But then... Then I was all about those tits. Perfect fucking tits.
The noises she made had my balls tightening to the point that it was almost painful. But I didn’t give a damn. I sucked her nipples. I sucked on one then the other, until they were more red than before, harder than before, and slick with my saliva.
I reached under her arms and pulled her up, kissing every inch of her while I positioned her to straddle me.
I looked at her pussy. It was swollen, damp, and I could smell her.
Ignoring my cock’s needs, I pulled her up, my face inches from her cunt. I inhaled then looked up at her. I told her to sit on my face. I wanted to eat her pussy until my face was coated with her.
And I did.
And it was.
Then I fucked her. I fucked her hard, fast, and then slow ’cause I didn’t want to come yet. Felt too good inside of her.
I fucked her missionary. I fucked her from behind. I fucked her until I didn’t think either of us could walk straight.
Her pussy was hot, wet, and tight around my cock, so I fucked her more.
I pulled out and threw that stupid fucking rubber away, and she stroked my cock until we both watched my come shoot out onto her flat, little belly.
When we were done, she wanted to stay, and I sure as fuck didn’t want her to go.
I asked her if I was better than those others, and she, of course, said yes. I asked her if she had ever been fucked from behind, doggy-style, like I had done minutes ago. She told me no, just missionary, and I was elated.
I was gonna fuck her everywhere, maybe even in a cemetery, so those memories she was talking about didn’t fade when you didn’t see the person anymore, the good kind, not the bad.
When she looked at a brick, she would know I fucked her against a brick wall. When she saw a sink, she would think about me and when I fucked her leaning over one. When she was in the shower, she would remember fucking me in one. I was gonna fuck her in a house, on a car, in the water, on the grass, and if I could fuck her in the sky, I sure as fuck would, so that when she looked up, she would remember how good my dick felt inside her pussy. She would remember every goddamn way I made her feel.
I hear a loud crash and then, “Son of a bitch!”
Buck.
I get up and walk over to the stairs, my dick making a teepee in my pants. I am never more grateful that no one is here.
I yell up the stairs, “You okay?”
“Yes! No! Fucking water everywhere.”
I run up the stairs and head toward the light coming from the room I had yet to venture into. When I walk in, I nearly blow a gasket. It’s twice the size of mine and has a real bed in it, and not just the mattress.
“Where’s the water?” I ask, then hear his voice coming from behind the door across the room.
As I walk toward it, he’s walking out with a towel wrapped around him, and he’s soaked.
“What the fuck are you doing in the closet?” I ask.
“I asked if you wanted this room, you said no.” He steps out and closes the door behind him.
“I remember, Buck. Now what the hell are you doing?”
“I was taking a bath, and the medicine cabinet fell off the damn wall.”
“Are you on something, Buck? If you are, that shit stops now, you got it?”