Page 126 of Stolen Bases

Talia sits up and shocks the shit out of me. On the top of her head is my hat. I’m struck dumb with how much this gorgeous woman with silver eyes, curves for days, and the biggest heart you could imagine cares for me.

“Do you like my surprise?” Her sultry voice has my cock twitching inside her. She’s all sass and sex as she bites her lip.

I sit up and grip the back of her neck, tugging her face to mine. “I love it.” Pressing my mouth to hers, I kiss her, slow and deep, pouring every emotion stirring inside me into it. Breaking away, I bite her lip. “Just don’t fuck me without a warmup. I can’t have you splitting in two. I need your pussy in good working order for me to fuck.”

“Shut up.” She barks a laugh, her tits jiggling, and gives me a shove.

Her strength is nothing compared to mine, but I fall back onto the bed like she’s got the strength of Wonder Woman.

“I just needed a second.”

“More like ten. One for every inch.” I place my hands on her hips, lifting her up and guiding her down on my cock.

She fights a moan as she quirks a brow at me. “Ten inches, huh?” she asks, giving me a hard time.

“Ten by three.” I pinch her nipple, and her cunt clenches around my dick.

“So cocky.” She breathes the words, taking away the snark and replacing it with desire.

Her cum drips down my shaft and I lift her higher, fucking up into her, slow and steady.

“You love this cock. Now, behave and ride this fat dick like my good little slut.” I give her ass a hard slap.

“Oh god. Why is it so hot when you call me that?” Talia moves faster, riding my dick harder. She lets out a small, keening cry. Like a hungry little kitten, she scratches my pecks.

I laugh, staring down at the little red lines she’s carving into my skin. She doesn’t get it yet, but she will. With me, here in this room, just the two of us, she can be herself. She can let go of all the pressure and expectations put on her by herself, her family, and her job. There is no one to tell her no. She’s free. Free to explore her sexuality, the side of herself that’s private and just for her. And I’m the lucky bastard she’s choosing to explore it with.

Her pussy flutters, and I can feel her start to come apart above me. I flip us over and fuck into her, extending her legs straight before pushing them back near her ears. Grinding my pelvis into her clit as hard as I can, I bottom out over and over, giving her everything I’ve got.

“Yes, yes, yes. Just like that. Now, say it again.” Talia writhes beneath me, a delicious panting mess.

A smile curls my lips. My girl is so fucking dirty. And perfect.

I give her what she wants and whisper over her lips, “Come for me, my good little slut.”

Like the good girl she is, Talia obeys, exploding around my cock with an iron-tight grip. I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her screams of pleasure. It doesn’t take me long to follow her over the edge into bliss, pumping my cum into her and marking her from the inside out.

Mine.

I fall back to sleep with Talia in my arms, my dick still inside her, and whispers of “I love you” on my lips.

The morning light fills the room as I watch Talia sleep in the nook of my shoulder and chest. She fits perfectly in my arms, looking like a peaceful angel snoozing beside me, with her tangled hair strewn across my pillows.

It’s pathetic to say that, at thirty, I’ve never been in a serious relationship before. But right now, as I stare at my sleeping pixie, I’m fucking glad. The women before her were just placeholders.

It was always supposed to be her. My itty bitty. I know that down to my bones; we are made for each other. I’ll never get enough of her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her snark. Her pussy. Her.

My mouth waters thinking about spreading her open and eating her for breakfast. I can still smell her sweet aroma in my nostrils. If I could bottle up her scent and wear it every day, I would. Fuck. If I could, I’d live with my cock buried inside her every minute of every day.

After she took my cock without warming up, like a champion, I’m pretty sure she feels the same way. We went at each other all night long. After my surprise mind-blowing blow job, Talia and I took a brief nap. Then, it was my turn to wake her up with my head between her legs. I made her come twice before I carried her limp body to the shower, where I got her good and clean, before bending her over and fucking her until she was nice and dirty and covered in my cum.

My initial concerns about her sexual inexperience and my lack of sex with feelings were completely unfounded. Talia was right; what we have is different—one of a kind—and that will always shine through when we come together. And it shows. She is keeping up with me just fine.

My dick twitches, thinking about how willing Talia is to try anything with me. I created a monster. She’s so responsive and so fucking insatiable. It makes my dick hard just thinking about her begging for my cock. Her pleas to make her come. To feel good. I plan on satisfying her in every way possible for the rest of our lives.

My phone rings from my sweatpants on the floor, and Talia stirs in my arms.

Who the fuck is calling so early?The better question is…What time is it?

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