“I was supposed to be someone’s bride,” she said softly.
“I can get you home.”
“They told me what’s expected of me. I’m supposed to do what my husband says.”
“You don’t have a husband, though. I didn’t want that for you.”
“You bought me. You paid for me. I’m yours.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t think like that.”
She slid closer to me under the blanket. One of her breasts pushed against my arm. Her nipple hardened. I felt myself growing hard, my cock pulsing against the front of my boxers.
“You are a good man,” Chloe said softly, and when I turned my head to look at her, she pressed her lips to mine.
She tasted like chocolate since we had eaten the junk food. She had brushed her teeth after her shower with a spare toothbrush I had brought, and I tasted the toothpaste too. I pressed my tongue against her bottom lip, and she parted those plump lips for me so our tongues could dance together. Her hand slid down my stomach, her fingertips running over my abs, sliding under the waistband of my boxers. Then she was at my cock, wrapping her thin, petite fingers around my rigid member.
“Chloe,” I said softly, breaking the kiss, but she shook her head and pressed her lips to mine again. I turned on my side as she tugged the front of my boxers down, fully freeing my cock. My swollen head pressed against her pelvis, and she jerked me, sliding her fingers up and down my shaft.
I placed my hand on her breast, squeezing the fatty tissue, feeling her nipple on my palm. Her grip on my cock tightened, and I groaned. She pulled away from me then, throwing the blanket off us and onto the floor. She pushed me lightly, and I rolled onto my back as she hovered over my crotch. She glanced at me sideways and then opened her mouth and lowered her face until my cock was sliding into her mouth. She sucked the head of my hard member, swirling her tongue in a circle motion around it. Her hand was still on me, jerking me slowly up and down. She was on her knees beside my hips, and I reached down and squeezed her ass before sliding two fingers along her wet slit.
“Put them inside me,” she begged, taking her mouth from my cock long enough to speak, and then she was sucking me again, going farther, this time moving her hand as her lips slid down my shaft and the bulbous head of my cock pressed against the back of her throat.
I did as she asked, sliding those two fingers into her. We lay like that for a while, me fucking her furiously with my fingers while she bobbed up and down on my cock, her mouth warm and wet, her tongue working overtime. She cupped my balls with one hand, squeezing them softly and gently pulling on them.
Then she stopped so suddenly that I thought I had done something wrong. But then she was moving quickly, throwing one leg over my head and chest and climbing atop me that way so that her sweet pussy was inches from my lips. “Make me come,” she moaned back to me before swallowing my cock once more. I obliged, lifting my head and tasting her. Her juices were warm and flowing, and I probed the depths of her with my tongue, reaching up to rub her clit with the pad of my index finger.
It didn’t take long with my tongue and lips on her to make her come. She took my cock out of her mouth, using a tight grip to jerk me furiously as she yelled and rocked backward, grinding her pussy into my face. I felt her body spasm atop me, and she screamed in pleasure again, pressing her open mouth to my thigh to muffle the sound. Her pussy was wet before, but as she came it was soaking, her juices flowing down across my lips and cheeks and chin.
When she was done, she rolled off me slowly, and I didn’t need to be told what to do. I moved as quickly as she had before, positioning myself between the beautiful woman’s spread legs. She reached down and guided me into her, and then we were fucking fast and passionately. I bent and our lips met. When I broke the kiss I moved my head lower, taking her nipples into my mouth in turn, my fingers rolling whatever one I wasn’t sucking on.
The bed was shaking with each thrust, and her arms went around me, her hands on my back, her long, cherry-red nails digging into my skin there.
“I’m going to come,” I said, confident that she wasn’t taking birth control, and she replied in kind.
“Not in me,” she said, and though I felt a flash of disappointment, I pulled out and she shifted quickly, sliding down and sideways to take me into her mouth once more. I put my hand on the back of her neck and helped her find a quick pace, her lips flying up and down my shaft.