Page 93 of Sweeter Than Fiction

Bracing one of my hands on the headboard, I do as she asks and start fucking harder and faster. I set one of her legs on my shoulder while beginning to rub her clit with my thumb. Her hands roam on the bed until her fingers grip the sheet.

“Lift your shirt, baby,” I command. “Let me see those gorgeous tits.”

She does as I ask so that I can see them bouncing up and down. She may not think they are much to look at. But I love them. They’re the perfect size to fit in my hand…and my mouth.

I about lose my mind when I watch her pinch her nipples. As she does it, her eyes roll back, and she lets out a loud moan.

Please don’t let my mother come home at this moment. Because she’s going to hear far more than she wants to.

“Is this pussy going to come for me?” I ask.

She frantically nods.

“Let me hear it.”

I increase my tempo with my cock as well as my fingers which sends her flying right into her orgasm.

“Oh, God!” She cries. “Right there!”

Her pussy squeezes me so hard that I feel my balls tightening, ready to come. I keep fucking her until I’m sure that she’s wrung every ounce of pleasure out of her orgasm before I let go and give in to my own.

After I throw the condom away and come back to lie next to her, I say, “If you could wake me up like that every day, I would very much appreciate it.”

“Hey, if you make me come like that every time, then, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She looks up at me.

“What do you want to do today, beautiful?” I ask.

“Actually, I have something planned for us. I mean, if you didn’t already have anything else in mind.”

“You have something planned for us? Here in Nebraska?”

She nods. “I’m a very mysterious lady.”

“I guess so.” I laugh. “Well, tonight, I had something planned, but it won’t be until later. So, I am all yours until then.”

“Perfect.”

What could this woman possibly have in store for me?

A little while later, I’m in the shower when I hear a knock on the door.

“Abby?” I call over the running water.

“Yes.”

When I hear her open the door, I poke my head out of the shower curtain to see her standing there with her eyes closed.

“Abby, what are you doing?”

“You’re in the shower. I don’t want to be rude.”

I laugh. “Open your eyes.” She does, and I say, “You’ve seen me naked plenty of times. I’m not worried about you seeing me in the shower.”

She steps closer to me and whispers, “I can’t see that beast hanging between your legs right now because I know that I’ll just end up climbing in there with you.”

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