“Fuck, Kayla. You have a magic pussy,” I groan, when I finally get inside of her. I hear her laugh and happiness clicks inside of me. Making Kayla laugh daily has become a goal of mine. Making her lose herself in the way we fit together—and having fun while doing it—is a necessity. I don’t know who the fuck has made her so self-conscious about her body, but when I find out, I’m going to kill the bastard. She’s beautiful and wears it effortlessly, but she doesn’t realize it at all.
“Have I told you that you’re crazy?” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders while her legs cling to my hips, pulling me in closer.
I reach under her knees and pull her up, scooting her in as much as I can. It doesn’t matter what I do, she’ll never be close enough. With Kayla, I always want more.
“You like my kind of crazy,” I groan as I thrust back inside of her, riding her hard and fast.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she whispers as her nails bite into my shoulders. That’s my wildcat: shy and timid, but honest enough to give into the passion we have with each other. God, I was so stupid to have not seen her sooner, to not know what I could have with her.
“In a hurry, honey?”
“I’m trying to ignore that this keyboard I’m sitting on is sticky,” she mutters, biting into my chest. The little sting of pain spurs me on almost as much as her words.
“I’ll make sure to take you home and fuck you in the shower next,” I moan, or at least I think I do. I can’t be sure. I’m getting close and I’m too busy mourning the fact that I have to pull out and leave her warm body. I’m not about to leave her until she’s done, however. I reach down between us, using my finger to find her clit, then push and rub against it while I’m thrusting into her. She’s like live fireworks in my arms. She goes off in a hundred directions, crying out my name loudly, her body vibrating around me and squeezing my cock so hard that it takes all I have not to follow her.
I stay inside until the last minute possible. I pull my cock out and feel a sense of pride when I see her cream covering it. If we had time, I’d make her suck it off. I resist—barely. Her hands slam down on the table as if she’s afraid she might fall, now that I’m not there to lean on.
“Keep those legs open, Kayla. I want to see that pussy when I come,” I order her, not recognizing my own voice. She obeys, and I wonder exactly how this is going to work as I grab the cup while wishing I could somehow come all over her body at the same time. It’s almost enough to make me cool off, unable to come. Then Kayla does something unexpected. She reaches down, moving her fingers over her clit, slowly sliding two fingers apart to separate her pussy for me. Sweet Jesus.
One stroke. Two.
“I miss you inside of me, White,” she whispers like a siren, calling to me. This woman could easily be my destruction. Her fingers push inside her tight channel and that’s it. I grab the fucking cup and stroke again. I’m done for. Which is a good thing because just as I start to unload, moans fill the room.
My eyes tear away from Kayla to the source. On the computer screen behind her is a woman naked, her legs spread similarly to Kayla’s—the view nowhere near as good. She’s moaning and licking around a giant purple… eggplant? I’ve not watched a lot of porn, and since I became old enough to discover the real thing, I rarely watch it. Nothing you see on the television could get close to the pleasure I can find inside a woman. Since I met Kayla, I haven’t even thought about it. So, I know what’s she going to do, because well, it’s porn. But, Kayla apparently is not as prepared.
“What’s she going to do with a zucchini?” Kayla asks.
“I thought that was an eggplant,” I say inanely as I try to get the damn cup closed. Very little made it into the cup. I actually seem to have splattered more on the desk and Kayla’s leg. Guess that explains why the keyboard is sticky.
“She can’t be. Oh, gross. That can’t be sanitary!” Kayla cries.
“Get dressed, honey, and let’s get out of here.”
“Is that other chick going to put an eggplant inside of her, too?” she cries, her eyes glued to the screen now. Sure enough, there’s a second woman now inserting what is apparently an eggplant in the first woman, right alongside the zucchini. Eggplants are purple. Interesting. They’re also much wider. “Oh, that’s gonna hurt,” Kayla says, and well, I have to agree with her. I reach over and click off the screen just as the woman starts crying like an abandoned calf. It was probably supposed to sound sexy, but my balls are slowly receding up inside of me. If I ever want to have sex again, that has got to go.
“I may never look at vegetables and fruits in the same way again,” Kayla mourns.