Page 15 of False Start

"Goddamn, your pussy is so tight, Denise," Cory grunts through clenched teeth. I preen under his praise and squeeze internally, tightening around him.

"Ooh, don't do that, baby," he hisses. "Not unless you want me to bust right now."

Once he's seated fully inside me, we both sigh, relishing the feel of our bodies coming into alignment. I recover first, pressing my hands into his chest for leverage as I bounce up and down on his throbbing shaft.

"God, Cory. I can feel youeverywhere," I moan. My walls start to tremble around him, and I increase my speed, chasing my ecstasy.

"Fuck! Shit!" he growls, his grip on my hips turning painful. "Slow down, baby. Don't make me cum yet."

I ignore him, bouncing even harder, riding his dick like my personal mechanical bull. My orgasm is hovering so close, sofuckingclose.

"Shiiiiit!" he shouts, and bucks beneath me so wildly I have to hold on. I feel the warmth as his seed fills the condom, and it triggers my own elusive release.

"Aaaahhh! Cory, shit!" I groan, falling apart around his still pulsing cock.

Fully spent, I collapse onto his chest, smiling to myself that his heartbeat is just as wild and thunderous as mine.

Chapter seven

Cory

Asmydicksoftensinside the vice-like grip of Denise's pussy, one thought pops into my head:How thehelldid I forget that?

If not for her satisfied sigh against my chest, I'd be embarrassed by my "minute man" performance. Before I think better of it, I free my arm from where it's trapped between our bodies and the couch to give her ass a firm smack.

"Hey!" she yelps. "What was that for?"

I give her ass a playful squeeze before answering.

"That, naughty girl, was for taking my cum before I was ready. I told you to slow down."

She lifts her head so I'm sure to see the mischievous glint in her eyes, and I don't bother stifling my chuckle. I wrap my arms around her midsection, loving the soft satin of her skin against my body. The action feels natural, despite being dangerously close to cuddling. I don'tdocuddling.

"We were just scratching an itch, remember? No need to draw things out."

"Ouch!" I say with mock outrage, despite the very real sting of her words. "So, what am I? Just some talking dildo for you to love and leave?"

She scoffs and disentangles herself from my embrace.

"Neverlove, baby. That shit's for little girls planning their fairytale weddings and writing their crush's name on their binder in fifth period. I'm grown."

I try not to wince. I've said some version of that speech more times than I can count, but I've never been on the receiving end.

"That's cold-blooded," I mutter.

She's pulling back on her clothes—first her panties, then the miniskirt that drove me crazy as soon as I saw her on the sidewalk in front of my building. Her body's amazing, round and plump in all the right places, with more than a handful of tits…ormouthful. Maybe it's because she's my physical ideal that her rejection hits different?

I take care of the condom and try to pull myself together instead of obsessing like some love-struck simp. She's fully dressed now, and probably reading way too much into my silence.

"Did you even really find the necklace," she accuses, her hands fisted on her hips, "or did you just text me, hoping to have your way with me when I came over?"

I toy with the idea of pretending I didn't find the necklace. I know firsthand how hot she looks when she's all riled up. But I remember how destroyed she looked when it was missing and I change my mind.

"You're the one who keeps coming back. And wasn't ityourweed that caused this whole mess?"

I raise an eyebrow at her, and she crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"It was anaccident!" she says, her voice defensive. I raise my hands in a placating gesture.

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