His dick slashes into my hole, pulling open my thick pussy lips, causing a throbbing in my clit. I arch my back, toss my head back and bounce up and down on his cock, matching his thrusts, riding the swell of another orgasm.
Wade leans up on his forearms, his gaze locked on the pleasure painted on my face. I bite down on my bottom lip. Let out another moan. And in one swift motion, he lifts up and rolls me over with his dick still buried inside of me, spreading open my thighs with his legs. He reaches up under me and cups my ass, squeezing each ass cheek while pumping his massive dick in and out, around and around, stirring my pussy, caressing my walls with each stroke.
“Oh, shit,” he moans again. “Ah, fuck…this pussy’s so wet…”
I wrap my left leg around his waist, then toss my right leg up over his shoulder as he fucks me, giving him access to every nook and corner my pussy has to offer. “Oh, yes…oh yes…fuck me,” I moan.
I grab his muscled ass, pull him deeper into me. Our bodies fuse together by a blazing fire ignited by lust. Sweat drips from his face onto my chest as he rises up on his arms, bracing his hands on either side of me, twisting and snapping his hips into me. His face contorts.
“Fuck me,” I urge. He slams harder. “That’s right, nigga, fuck my pussy. Make my pussy nut…”
“Ah, shit, fuck…yeah…”
I moan.
He moans.
His dick is pulsing. I can feel the heat coursing through the length of him racing to the tip of his engorged head. His rhythm quickens; his thrust become longer and deeper. I smile, knowing he is about to cum. My pussy milks his dick, slurps it in.
“Ah shit…I’m getting ready to nut,” he groans, quickly pulling his dick out of me and yanking off the condom. He slips two fingers into my pussy, finger-fucks me. I bend at the knees and pull my legs up to my chest, giving him my basket of goodness, as he rapidly strokes his cock over me.
“Oh, give me that nut, daddy,” I coo, licking my lips. “Let me see that big dick spit that milk, baby.”
He scoots back some so he can align his dick with its target. He is aiming for the opening of my purring pussy.
“Yeah, daddy, bust that hot nut all over my wet pussy,” I whisper, gazing at him through slits of lust. “Give me that sweet dick milk.”
“Ah, fuck…ah fuck…yeah…I’ma spit this nut all over that pretty hole.” He grunts, and shakes as he shoots a hot, thick, creamy nut all over the front of my pussy. “Oh, fuck…ah shit…” He continues stroking. “I feel another nut coming,” he moans.
I thrust upward. Run my fingers along the slit of my pussy, smearing his sticky treat into my pubic hairs. “That’s right, bust that nut, baby.”
I keep my eye on the prize. Watch him as he rapidly jerks himself. The head of his dick swells, then white cream oozes out of its eye like molten lava from a volcano before it erupts, ejecting his nut in hot, thick spurts.
I let out a moan.
“Oh, shit…oh, shit…” He continues stroking himself, and another nut squirts out onto my stomach, then titties. His dick continues erupting one nut after the other, soaking up the neatly trimmed patch of hair surrounding my pussy.
I twirl my hips; rub his load of cum into my skin; grind my ass down into the mattress as he is smearing his cum all over my slippery clit, and into my pubic hair. He is still holding his dick in his left hand, stroking out another nut. And I am grabbing his greedy fingers, pulling them, and his hand, into my wetness. I let out a deep, heavy moan. I am on the brink of another orgasm. Wade senses this, and begins to flick my clit with his thumb, then presses down on it. I let out a deafening scream, and cum in a thunderous roar.
I lie here for a moment, allow myself to savor the moment, then quickly jump up and out of bed. I don’t wait for him to lie down and roll over on his side. There is no time for getting comfortable. No time for drifting off into a peaceful, fuck-induced slumber. I get out of bed, and turn the lights on, blowing out the candles that have burned down to almost nothing. He understands what this means. Get your shit, and go!
“Thanks for the nut,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him, heading towards the bathroom.
“Anytime,” he says. “Damn, that pussy felt good.”
I smile, grabbing two hand towels from out of the linen closet. “So was that dick,” I say back. I catch my reflection in the mirror as I wet the rags with hot water and liquid Dial soap.
“I guess this means I can’t shower here,” he says, looking up at me.
“Basically,” I say, sitting down next to him.
“I can dig it. It’s all good,” he says, wiping his dick and balls clean. I hold my hand out for the towel when he is done, handing him the other one. He wipes his face and neck with it, then gets up and walks towards the bathroom. I listen as he pulls the lid up, hitting the toilet water with heavy streams of piss.
I sigh, glancing over at the digital clock. 10:42 p.m.
He washes his hands, then returns to where I am sitting. He stands in front of me; his shiny dick dangling over his large balls. I shift my eyes, lock them onto his. He leans in and kisses me on the forehead.
“I guess this is it.”
I nod. “Yes, it is. What we shared has run its course.”
“So, why’d you let me come over?” he asks, studying me.
“Do you want me to keep it real with you?”
He nods. “Most definitely.”
“’Cause I wanted to feel that dick inside of me one last time,” I admit, standing up to face him.
“It doesn’t have to be the last time,” he says cautiously, almost pleadingly.
“For me it does.” I step into his space and touch the side of his face. “I only wanted you to fuck me.”
He grabs his semi-erect dick. “And did I rise to the occasion?” he asks, grinning.
“With flying colors,” I state, smiling back at him. I give him a serious look. “Wade, I want you to know that I think you are a great catch. You’re handsome. Intelligent. Driven. Ambitious. You have a great body and”—I glance down at his now rock-hard dick—“an amazing dick. One day, I know you’ll meet someone who can appreciate all the things you bring to the table.”
“But that someone isn’t you, right?” he asks, but it is meant as a statement.
I shake my head. “No. And it never will be.”
“That’s really too bad,” he says, shaking his head. “But I have to respect your decision.”
I shrug. “Maybe it is. I only know you deserve more than what I can give you.”
“Look, baby. I’m cool with only fucking you. It doesn’t have to go any further than that. Yeah, I got caught up in my feelings, but I’m cool. Like I said, we can keep it to me strictly sticking this dick in you, then bouncing. No questions asked.”
I purse my lips, then part a sly grin as my eyes slowly travel over his nipples, to his abs, his navel and between his thighs, to his beautiful, mouthwatering dick.
“No questions asked?” I ask, looking him in the eyes. “Just fuck and go.”
He nods. “No questions asked; just two horny adults fucking,” he assures me. I open up the nightstand drawer and pull out another Durex condom, handing it to him. He grins.
“Oh, word?”
I walk over towards my dresser with the mirror, bend over and spread open my ass. I speak to him, looking in the mirror. “This is your test. I want you to yank me by the hair, slap my ass, and fuck me from the back deep and hard.”
He rolls the condom over his dick, walking up behind me. “And if I pass?”
“Then maybe you can keep fucking me on demand.”
“Baby,” he says, slapping my ass. “I have no problem fucking you anyway you want it.”
“And when you’re ready to cum, I want you to spray your nut all over my ass. Then put your clothes on and get out. Can you handle that?”
“No doubt,” he says, dipping at the knees, then rubbing the head of his dick all over the back of my still wet, tingly pussy.
