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Our lips crash together like the blow of an anvil making a magic sword. His tongue invades my mouth. Sweeping in and out like a belly dancer high on meth. Making me giddy.
We stumble back into my room. He pulls my robe apart and stares in awe at my breasts. “I’ve been waiting to see these all morning.”
“And now you’ve seen them,” I say, “what are you going to do next?”
“This.” He rips open my bra. Tearing the material to shreds with his huge, strong hands. I let out a small scream, but it’s more from surprise than any pain I feel.
He kisses my nipple. Working his tongue around the sensitive pink skin. BIting, tenderly the erect point between his teeth as he looks into my eyes and growls like a bear.
“Fuck, Aron,” I moan as his other hand slides between my legs. Cupping my mound in his hand. My wetness touching his skin. The heat from my cunt feels like it could burn through the earth’s crust.
“You’re wet,” he says, almost accusingly. “So, very, very wet.”
“And what about you?”
I pull open his robe. His erection’s practically bursting out his swimming trunks. I pull them down and take a grip of his hot, thick cock. It’s bigger than anything I’ve seen in real life. Touching it, seeing it, gives me a thrill I never knew possible.
This is what’s it’s like to be with a real man, I think.
All these years of wondering whether it was my fault I never seemed to enjoy my sexual encounters goes flying out the window. I realize that the people I’ve been with weren’t men. They were boys. Pretending to be men. Playing a part. Badly. And it wasn’t my fault that I lay in bed after wondering what I could have done better. Because the answer to that was, nothing. Except maybe have higher standards…
“You like that?” I ask, tugging at his cock as he continues to lick my tits and rub his fingers over my pussy. “You like it when I squeeze your cock?”
“I love it, Willa,” he says, lifting me in the air and carrying me to the bed.
He puts me down gently and climbs on top. He grazes his lips along my collar bone. I can feel his dick touching my stomach. It’s wet from all the precum leaking out the tip. WEt and hot and long and I want it inside me so bad I just have to reach out and grab it and guide him inside me.
“Shit,” he moans as the first inch pushes through my wet and waiting folds. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, momentarily put off by his words. “is that a problem?”
“No.” he brushes the hair out my face and tenderly kisses me on the lips. I close my eyes and arch my back. PRessing my stomach against his and forcing my cunt further down his shaft. “No problem at all.”
I grab his ass. He thrusts further into me. When he’s all the way in, he stops. Looks me in the eye. And when I ask what he’s doing and if there’s anything wrong, he tells me how beautiful I am and how he’s only trying to save this moment so he can remember it for the rest of his life.
Needless to say, that has my lady parts throbbing and tingling like someone’s just injected them with an overdose of sexual adrenaline. My orgasm is just moments away, but I don’t want to cum too soon. I don’t want to ruin it for him. I don’t want this moment to end, because then maybe he’ll roll over onto his back and he’ll kiss me on the forehead and he’ll tell me how nice that was and how we really should do it again sometime and then he’ll put his robe back on and he’ll head for the door, and when I remind him that he doesn’t even have my number, he’ll probably say some shit line about how that doesn’t matter because he’ll be able to find me, and I know, deep down that he’s just saying that to be nice and that he doesn’t have any intention of ever speaking to me again, let alone see me or fucking me or telling me how beautiful am.
But, none of that matters, because, just as i”m overthinking things and trying my hardest not to cum. Just as I’m trying to work out what the square root of three hundred and ninety-nine is, divided by eleven, time two, and minus 1.8347203847292, Aron pins my arms to the bed. He lets out a savage roar and I can feel him cum inside me. Sending me over the edge.
“Oh, God,” he moans, still thrusting forward with his hips. Deep inside me. Cum shooting out into my tummy.
“Aron,” I say, leaning up with my head so he can kiss me. “Oh, God, Aron.”
He finally finishes and rolls next to me. My whole body is tingling. He turns on his side and wraps an arm under my head, pulling me close. Spooning me. His long, semi-hard, cum covered cock resting on my thigh. “You okay?”
“I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack,” I say. “But in a good way.”
“Luckily, I’m a doctor,” he purrs, kissing my cheek. “Because I’ve got just the thing for that.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Right here,” he says, taking my hand and putting it on his dick. “You put it between your legs for about twenty minutes and it’s guaranteed to make you feel better.”
“I thought you have a speech to give. Don’t you need to get some sleep?”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” he runs his finger through my pussy as his lips pepper my neck with kisses. “Right now, all that matters is you.”
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