Page 28 of Takeover

“Shit,” I say when I realize she’s not wearing a bra. “For someone so awful, those tits are fucking perfection.” She reaches for my shirt again, and this time, I let her unbutton it. By the time she gets to the last button, I’ve already removed my shoes and the rest of my clothes.

“Oh, my,” she says as she wraps her small hands around my dick. “Is this what you have going on in your pants? No wonder you’re so cocky all the damn time.” I wonder if she’s aware that she just licked her lips.

“More than enough to shut you up.” I inch closer to her, and my dick touches her closed lips. I press my cock to her lips, and she opens to let me in. I glide inside her warm mouth and nearly combust right then and there.

“Mmhmm,” she moans while she teases my cock. Pulling me all the way out and sucking me back in. I pull out of her mouth and get on the bed, my shirt is wide open but still on. She climbs on top of me, but her panties serve as a barrier, keeping me from what I’ve wanted since the day I first laid eyes on her. Too impatient to take them off, and enjoying her soft hands searching my chest, I pull at the sides and rip the damn things apart.

“You animal,” she says just before she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. I moan, wanting more of her mouth on mine, but she leaves wet, hot open-mouthed kisses down my body all the way to my greedy, needy cock. Just like before, she takes me right in.

“I can’t hear your big mouth now,” I say, my voice coming out huskier than ever before. “This is the longest you’ve shut up since I had the misfortune of meeting you. Your mouth was made for this dick.”

She hisses through her nose and makes a slurping sound as she takes my dick all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” I say, afraid I’ve reached the point of no return, but before I can explode down her throat, she removes my dick from her mouth with a loud plop.

“Now, it’s your turn to shut up.” She climbs back on top of me and kisses me senseless. My dick is like a lead pipe, eager, greedy for her pussy. Ready to burst.

She leaves my mouth and positions herself over my cock.

“Condom,” she moans. “Now.”

“Oh, shit. I don’t have one.” It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. Now I’m kicking myself for not being prepared. “Do you have any?”

“No.” She sighs in disappointment and starts to climb off me, but I hold her hips in place.

“Are you on birth control?” She eyes me, and to my relief, she slowly nods. I lift her by the hips, seconds later, she’s sliding down my dick, and I’m inside the warmest, tightest pussy I’ve ever been in.

There’s so much I want to say, but all I can do is put my hands on her hips and guide her while she rides my dick. She grinds her hips, making me moan each time she slides down and takes me all the way in. Those perfect little tits bounce, making my mouth water. They’re small enough for me to stick an entire tit in my mouth, but she has total control of my body and my mind as she rides me.

Without missing a beat, she leans down and kisses my lips. I finally leave her hips and grab the back of her head, smashing our faces together. We take turns sucking each other’s tongues. My hands glide down her smooth back and cup her round ass. I squeeze them so tight, I know she’ll have my handprints on her skin for days.

“Oh, God,” she moans. “I’m coming, you miserable asshole.” She lets out a loud grunt and collapses on my chest. I erupt inside of her. My mind short circuits while I tremble underneath her.

I run a hand through her hair and pull her closer.

“You’re sweaty and gross,” she says as she caresses my abs.

“You’re hair’s a tangled rat’s nest. And I liked you better with my dick in your mouth. You get less attractive every time you talk.”

“If you get any less attractive, you’ll turn into Shrek. And what do you do? Use onions as soap? You stink.” She moves closer and sticks her face in the crook of my neck. She inhales twice before softly kissing me.

“And you better not be lying about being on birth control.” I slap her luscious ass and she groans.

“You think I want to procreate with you? Don’t flatter yourself. After today, I don’t ever want to hear your name again. You can forget about co-parenting and coordinating weekends.”

“There you go talking again.”

“This woman says what she wants, when she wants. Deal with it.”

I switch positions and pin her under me and capture her lips. “And this man gets what he wants, when he wants. What I want are those tits. In my mouth,” I say against her lips. “Then I want to fuck them. Deal with it.”

“Don’t talk about it. Be about it.”

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“Mmhmm.” I throw an arm around the hard body next to me and move closer. I intertwine our legs together. He lifts a heavy arm, drapes it around me, and pulls me to his side.

My hand dips and finds its way to his semi-hard cock. The second I wrap my hand around it, it hardens, but my bedmate is fast asleep. I sigh happily, uncaring about the soreness that’s spread throughout my body.

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