I’m lost for words. Not that it matters, I don’t think she’d believe anything I said now, anyway. I go back to that day, the way she’d looked at me in that stairwell. I’d felt like the worst person in the world. And yet, I knew what I’d done wasn’t forgivable. How could it be? I thought no way I’d forgive her if it had been me. So, I’d let her walk away. What a mistake that had been. I’m not saying that at twelve I knew I’d grow up and fall in love with the woman she’d become.
Too late, I realized what I should have realized then. That she was a better person than me. Not only would she never have talked about me like that, she would have forgiven me if I’d had the courage to go after her. I sit down next to her, take her hands in mine and turn her to face me.
I stare at her, into those smoky cognac-colored eyes that are currently full of confusion and smoldering with lust. I’m going to take care of both of those. I can’t wait to be done with confusion so I can get to lust.
“You want to know how I knew?” I ask and cock my head to the side to watch her. “That it was you on that website?”
She nods, and I can see her throat working to push down whatever she’s feeling and trying to mute.
“Your eyes,” I tell her. Those same eyes widen.
“My…eyes?” she asks with surprise.
“Yes, they haven’t changed. They were kind, open, interesting then. And they still are. I would know you anywhere. And when I sold my company and moved back from Dubai, I moved to Houston because I knew you were here. You think you found me? I found you. I own that dating website,” I let the bomb drop and watch her jaw fall along with it.
“Yup,” I say and nod. “It took my dad dying for me to get the nerve to come back and face you, Maria. What I did was fucking terrible. It would have been terrible no matter who I’d done it to. But the fact that it was to you, made me feel like a monster.”
A tear rolls down her cheek and I use my thumb to wipe it away before she even notices.
“I’m sorry, Maria. I hope you can forgive me I really do. Because, in the last two weeks, I’ve gone from wanting your forgiveness, to wanting your screams when you come on my tongue,” I say.
“You’re still that smart, stubborn girl who was cockier than I was even in her headgear.” She blushes and giggles.
“And now you’re also old enough that I can touch you and I’m old enough to know how to touch you. And the frosting on the whole cake is that you’re hot as fuck.”
She worries her plump lower lip with her teeth and looks up at me through her lashes. A slow smile spreads across her face and she says, “Yeah, I know.”
Fuck, that shit is so hot. I stand up and face her.
“Spread your legs,” I command. She grins, it’s an excited and very naughty grin, and then spreads her thighs.
“Good, now put your fingers between your legs and tell me if you’re wet.”
“Oh, I’m wet,” she says as she slides her hand up under her skirt anyway.
“Oops,” she says and widens her eyes in mock innocence. “I forgot to put on my panties,” she croons and then sighs in pleasure as her hand starts to move under her skirt.
My mouth waters.
“Does that feel good, princess?” I start to unbutton my jeans and pull my cock out. I stroke it from root to tip and my thumb slides through the bead of moisture that’s already there.
“Fuck, can I get in you?” I groan and take another step toward her.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she says and in a flurry of movements my lust-addled brain can’t keep up with, she stands up, grabs me by the biceps, spins me so that my back is to the couch and pushes me down. I land with an oomph. She unzips her white pencil skirt and it slides down her hips to land in a puddle at her feet. Her bare pussy is at my eye level and I lean forward to try and lick it.
“Ah, ah,” she tsks and dances out of my reach. “Later, for now, I want that cock inside me so badly.” She spreads her legs so that she’s standing with one on either side of my legs. The stance means I can see the slick flesh of her pussy and I groan.
“If you want to fuck me, you better do it right now. Cause in about thirty seconds, I’m going to stop restraining myself and pull that juicy pussy of yours to my face and eat it.”
“Oh, no, not yet. After we fuck. You got a condom in that wallet, right?”
I nod and reach into my pocket to fish it out. I toss my wallet onto the floor and have the condom open and on in less than twenty seconds.
She grabs the base of my cock and starts to lower herself to me. I fist my hand in the thick fall of hair at the back of her head and give it a yank.
She hisses and grunts softly. “Yes!” She huffs out.
I hold her gaze and slip my free hand between her thighs. “Jesus. You’re soaking,” I say and then put my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. Then I kiss her. She whimpers when I tighten my grip in her hair and I slip my tongue into the warm welcoming recess of her mouth.
We kiss hungrily, our tongues sliding against each other like they were trying to become one.
She continues to lower herself onto me. The first soft, warm touch of her pussy on the head of my cock pulls a moan out of my throat that spills into her mouth and mingles with her own sounds of pleasure as she sinks all the way down, taking all of me. I let go of her hair and clutch her ass and start to move her up and down on my cock until she takes over. She rides me with her eyes closed in concentration. She is as determined and fierce in the pursuit of her orgasm as she was in her pursuit of me.
Fuck man, I could get used to this. My own orgasm takes me by surprise. I don’t see it coming and it barrels through me like a freight train.
“Oh my god, Chuck,” she moans my name and hastens her rhythm, just I start to lose mine. She collapses in a trembling pile on me, her thighs quivering as her orgasm rocks through at the same time as mine rockets out of me.
We stay like that, trying to catch our breath. I don’t know how long we’re there. It could have been two hours or ten minutes. I’m so caught up in the woman that is in my arms, that everything else fades away.
“I have an idea,” her voice, husky with fatigue and satisfaction, breaks our prolonged silence.
“What’s that?” I ask. I trail my fingers lightly down the silky expanse of her back and slip it under her top to touch her skin. She lays her head on my shoulder and her exhaled breath tickles the fine hairs on the back of my neck.
There’s something so sensual about having her lying on me, breathing me.
I want her again. I rock my semi-hard cock up into her. Her pussy tightens around me and I feel all the blood rushing into my cock and in seconds, I’m as hard as I was when the night began.
“Since no one else in the world can handle our bad ass cockiness and given the fact that I just had a mind-blowing orgasm with zero foreplay, I think we should maybe give dating for real, a try.”
I laugh, press a kiss to her neck and cup her ass and thrust upwards. I’m about to tell her that she’s damn right we are. But, I decide to let her have the last word.
THE END.
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When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.
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Double Cocked
Jana Aston
This is super short, super dirty, and the heroine is a real bitch. You’ve been warned.
Copyright ? 2018 by Jana Aston All rights reserved.
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WARNING
This is super short, super dirty, and the heroine is a real bitch. You’ve been warned.
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