Page 55 of The Last Man on Earth
Damn this shit feels good.
I'm feeling no pain. Just pleasure. Now we’re both moaning, tongues sliding, waves crashing hard like they want some action, too.
I’m shocked when she pulls back, reaches down, and grabs my dick. She pulls it out, too, like it ain’t shit. She pulls her dress over her head and my eyes immediately drop to her nipples, but I get distracted, because now she’s pushing her panties to the side.
Very unladylike.
Which I appreciate.
I moan so fuckin’ loud when she sinks down on me. I don’t even have time to process it before she starts riding the fuck out my dick. My teeth grit as she fucks me hard and fast, wild like that thing that tried to kill me last night. Rabid. Feral. All that shit.
I love it though.
“Fuck…Ari…”
She don’t hear me, though.
She up there surfin’ on my shit. Titties bouncin’. Lip between her teeth. Eyes rolled back. All I can do is watch and feel and listen to her moans, the waves, the birds screeching overhead, the wind blowing. The grip on that pussy, my God. Thewetness. I feel that good shit dripping down my balls. And the way she’s moving. Fuckin’ hell, this shit feels so good.
She lays on me, pressing her body against mine. She throws her tongue right back in my mouth. I knew she would like that shit if she did it with me. But then she does something else…something she knowsIlike…
She runs her fingers through my beard.
I groan into her mouth, my body locking up as I feel that nut coming on. I can’t even stop it at this point. It’s just…inevitable.
Right before I bust, she pulls up, then her head falls back and her pussy hugs me tight.
She beat me to it.
We yell out together, cum together, and moan together. My dick pulses, her pussy throbs, my body jerks, hers trembles. It’s like a dance our bodies already know the choreography for.
When I finally open my eyes, after my body has spent all its energy and my mind stops racing and my dick softens a little bit, she’s staring down at me, her brows lifted like she’s waiting for my reaction.
“What?” I finally say.
“Um…are you okay?”
“Am Iokay?” I burst out laughing. “You funny.Yeah, I’m okay. What you think?”
She shrugs. “I didn’t really check your temperature about it before I did it.”
“Yeah, you ain’t got to. Ever.”
She smiles and looks away.
“I’m serious.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her. “I’m very satisfied. No regrets. In the future, no appointments needed. No questions asked. If it’s on sight, I’m good with it. Whenever you want it.”
She brings her eyes back to mine, smiling sheepishly. “I thought I would wait a little longer.”
“I mean…I get it,” I say. “I’m irresistible.”
Her laugh makes me smile. “Seriously, Vincent. I’m so grateful.”
“For my dick?”
“No, for you saving my life.”
“With my dick.”
