“That’s right, baby,” Dave said. He bent over, leaning across my body, and started licking and kissing my breasts, belly button, and tummy. Then he gently opened my legs wide and flicked his tongue in between my thighs. With each stroke of his tongue on my skin, I was getting wetter and wetter.
Enough! I couldn’t stand his teasing tongue anymore. I grabbed his head and pushed it deep into my folds. “I need your tongue licking me now!” I cried out.
Dave licked my pussy, savoring my clit. “Oh God Bev, it’s so delicious. I’m gonna make you so wet and horny for me,” he whispered. Then, he drove his tongue deep into my pussy. The sensation drove me wild as he licked, over and over again, lapping me with his rough tongue. Oh God, my juices were flowing. Dave was right, he had me sopping, and in minutes I was on the verge of exploding.
“Oh Dave, I can’t take it, I can’t take it!” I screamed out. “It feels too good. I’m coming!” Spasms rippled thru my body. The tremors had barely subsided when Dave stood up and lifted my legs.
“I’m not done with you and your hot little pussy yet.” he moaned. My thighs were shaking as he pushed his throbbing cock into my folds. He drove into me deep and hard the animal in him wild with desire.
“Oh God, that feels so good! I want to feel your huge dick fucking me even harder!” He moved his shaft in and out, deeper and deeper each time. Stroking my clit with his fingers, I could feel the tension and desire in my body building to another climax. A look of bliss was on his face as he came and I came again—in tandem, our bodies shaking from the pleasure.
He held me tightly as I quivered. “God, you are so good. I love eating and fucking you.”
I pulled him closer relishing the feel of his beefy body. “And you eat and fuck me so good sweetie,” I said softly. “But,” I added reluctantly, “I guess I better go study.” I lowered myself from the kitchen table.
“I know you have to study babe, but we gotta eat. You want me to go pick up a pizza?”
“Yum, that sounds good,” I pulled on my jeans and yanked my tee over my head.
“There’s a new place that just opened up around the corner, ‘Slice of Pizza, Slice of the Pie,’ something like that. I think it’s a chain.”
“Oh, I think I got a flyer on that,” I grabbed my backpack off the floor where I’d dropped it. Unzipping the bag, I yanked out the assorted papers with coupons and other advertisements I’d received when I’d started school again. “Yeah, here it is.” I pulled out a large white slip of paper and glanced at it. “It looks like they actually have a grand opening discount right now.”
“Sounds good,” Dave said.
I looked at the paper a little closer. “15% off for University of Maryland students—ID required. Damn, I will have to go. You don’t have a student ID.”
“I’ll come with you,” Dave replied.
I slipped my heels back on, grabbed my pocketbook, and started pulling on my hoodie as I headed for the door. “Nah, you stay here and check the internet for any new job listings. Just call the number on the flyer and order a large pepperoni so it’s ready when I get there. I’ll be back soon.”
“I love you babe,” Dave called as I headed to the door.
“And I love you!” As I walked to the lobby of the building, I thought about how lucky I was to have Dave. Sure, it was tough right now that he didn’t have a job, but he loved me, and things would get better. We’d work it out.
Walking to the pizzeria, I couldn’t help but notice how dark it was getting; and it was so early. A man walked by me and brushed my shoulder. For a minute, I got the creeps, thinking it was one of those people who were talking about werewolves in the coffee shop. Maybe Dave should have come with me. What if werewolf haters were lurking in the night?
5
“Damn,” I muttered, fumbling through my wallet to look for my credit card. The minute I realized it was missing, I remembered where it was—inside the dresser drawer back in apartment #631. I put it there a couple of days ago to avoid temptation. I couldn’t afford to charge another dime on my card, though with no food in the apartment, I had decided to make an exception to buy pizza. Crap, I didn’t have it with me.
“Is something wrong lady?” the pizza guy leered at me from across the counter. Even though he was not a werewolf with super senses, I knew he could smell how broke I was. The sick part is, he was enjoying it. I read ‘Jerry’ on his nametag and decided I’d better make fast friends with him. I hated to act flirty with this scum, but maybe it would help.
I flashed my best smile and gestured towards my purse. “Jerry, I seem to have forgotten my credit card and I don’t have any cash with me,” I widened my smile, cooing at him. “Would you take a check for the pie?” I cocked my head towards the pizza sitting on the counter and placed my hand on the box. The smell of the tomato and dough was intoxicating. Licking my lips, I imagined the utterly gooey cheese, mixed with pepperoni, sliding down my throat. The aroma and warmth from the box had me salivating.