My balls protest, demanding I shoot my load onto her tongue right this second, but I’m more controlled than that. I open my eyes, moaning a small sigh of appreciation as I thread my hands into her long hair. She swirls her tongue over the swollen head of my cock before taking me all the way into her throat. Goddamn, I want to come. I want to fuck her sweet mouth until I explode inside it.
But I don’t want to come yet. I’m not ready for this to be over, no way. She seems to read my mind, taking her mouth away and sitting back on her heels. My initial disappointment at the sudden loss of her lips sucking at my dick is quickly replaced by excitement, as she crawls into my lap and straddles me. I couldn’t give a flying fuck that we’re doing this in somebody else’s apartment, on their couch. Nope. Sorry, gracious person who said we could hide out here for the night. I’m about to fuck this beautiful girl right in the middle of your apartment, and I’m going to make her scream.
Julz arranges herself in my lap, her underwear still on. The sight of her pussy, covered by her sheer panties, only drives me more wild. I’ve got a thing for fucking with clothes on. Somehow it feels better, knowing that she can be standing there in a dress and panties one minute, getting on with her day, and bent over a table with my dick in her ass the next.
I rest my hands at my sides, wanting nothing more than to grab her hips and slam her down onto my waiting cock, but I don’t. I enjoy the anticipation, the thrill of waiting for her to pleasure herself with me.
I’m fucking panting, waiting for her to make a move, and she does, leaning forward and kissing me full on the mouth. At the same time, I feel her lace-covered pussy grind against my cock, and I buck my hips up in response.
“Are you ready?” she asks, teasing me as she nibbles at my lips. I sit further back, sinking into the couch as my cock juts up in my lap, pointing at what I want. At where I want to be.
Balls-deep inside her.
Yeah.
“Julz, baby,” I groan, taking a handful of her hair and clutching it in one fist. “I was born ready.”
She smiles knowingly, her fingers down at her panties, and I look down to see her pulling aside the scrap of material that’s stopping me from driving into her like a fucking freight train. She positions her hips forward slightly, and then she sinks.Down.On.My.Cock.
I have to fight not to come inside her as soon as her slick walls are squeezing me tight. For a moment, I can’t breathe, I can’t think. All I can do is let my eyes shut, and tense to stop my dick from coating the inside of her warm pussy with my load.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, her face scrunching up in pleasure. I don’t need to be told twice. I take hold of her hips, lifting her up so only the head of my cock is still inside her, before slamming her down into my lap. A few of those and she starts to tighten around me, throwing her head back as her eyes close. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders as her pussy walls contract tightly around my dick, pulsing, bringing me dangerously close to the edge. I resist the urge to come with her, because I know she’ll keep coming all morning if I play my cards right. And really, it’s not like we can sightsee, because we’re being fucking hunted, so I might as well have her whispering my name as she comes all afternoon, too.
Sated, she lets her head fall forward on my shoulder, her limbs like putty. She drapes herself over me, her tits crushed against my chest, hugging me tightly. I wrap my arms around her, hugging her back. I love this woman more than anything on this earth. I’d fucking die and go to hell for her, and I still have to pinch myself to believe she’s all mine.
She starts rocking her hips again, slowly, little whimpers coming from her. She gets super sensitive after she comes, and every tiny movement must be driving her crazy. “I want you to finish in my mouth,” she whispers, and just the sound of her words nearly drives me over the edge. Holy fuck, it’s like she can read my mind and knows exactly what to do to get me off.
“You better get your mouth down there then,” I manage to say, lifting her hips so she can get off my cock. “I’m this fucking close.”
I watch with an insatiable desire as she climbs back between my legs and takes my rock-hard dick into her mouth. She loosens her jaw, letting me slide deep down into her tight throat. I fist two hands in her hair, because I can’t fucking resist anymore, and my whole body tenses as my cock pumps come into her mouth. She doesn’t pull away until I’m finished, and only then does she take her mouth away and smile. And then she swallows. Sweet Jesus, what did I do to deserve her? She’s perfect. Fucking perfect. She only came once though, and that’s not good enough for me.
“You want to come again, baby?” I ask her. She grins, nodding. I take her wrists and pull her up so she’s straddling me again, only this time I slide down the couch between her legs, bracing my knees against the floor as my mouth lines up with her pussy. It’s plump and pink, like it’s just been fucked. And I’m not finished yet.