Guess I’m just the lucky bastard who caught her for this long. Andluckyis the key term. I know I’m not some god among men or the fucking Holy Grail of males. Sure, we all want to think we have a golden pecker attached to us. I’ve seen enough dicks—unwillingly—to know I’m above average but still not the biggest and longest out there. I’ve got an ego, but I also don’t have rose-colored glasses. Only reason Milly is letting this happen is that a shit ton of things went right. The timing, her kid protected, and I’ve got to think that thefact that I already said this means nothing more than what it is lands a point in my favor.
Don’t need smarts to see that this girl isn’t the commitment type. How can she be when she already knows her brother’s on the way to collect her?Ifshe stays long enough to be collected. Girl’s a flight risk, but lucky for me, I ain’t looking to be tied down either, so this works for us both. Just using the other to get off, nothing more.
And once I’ve had her, I’m sure the thoughts of her on my brain 24/7 will go away. They have to. I’m not ready for it to mean anything else if they don’t.
I grab her belt buckle, unfasten it, and then make quick work of her shorts, pulling them off without any ceremony. I look at her tennis shoes and weigh my options. I decide to aim for my comfort more than hers and pull them off, too, but leave the socks. She’s already proven that she likes to use her legs to get what she wants, either to assert dominance with a knee to the dick or to use as leverage to pull me forward. Don’t want tread marks on me after this. I like leaving a mark on people I fuck, not getting one.
When I look up, I’m gifted with a sight that I bet few ever see. Asomewhatsubdued Milly staring back, with want in her vision, a blush color on her skin that’s all but exposed to me, as only a small triangle covers the one spot I’ve marked before today.
Her hands find purchase on her skin as she glides her nails slightly over her hips and stomach, going up and down, goose bumps spreading in their wake. Her breath hitches as her hands get closer to her tits and then closer to her cunt. She’s teasing herself and me all at the same time.
She spreads her legs apart, and I take the bait, stepping between her thighs. My hand finds her panties, but I only trace the outline of her pussy lips through the fabric with one finger. It’s a light touch, but I can feel that she’s wet already.
Her hands change tactics and switch from teasing to grabbing her breasts with both hands, squeezing before finding her nipples and pinching. Twisting.
I keep tracing her pussy, dipping my finger in a little so a bit of her panties go inside her before retreating. We keep it up, her twisting, being rough with her own tits as she thrashes about with her head shaking back and forth as if it’s too much, while I continue my slow memorization of her lower lips.
And then she falls. It’s small, but she stills and shivers a bit. My eyes instantly lock on her face, watching as her eyes squeeze tight and she takes in short inhales before holding her breath a second longer than normal, then releasing it at the same time that she eases her own pinching.
Shoving my shorts down just enough to get my dick out, I push aside her panties and slide right in like a fucking welcome-home party.
Her eyes slam open as she screams from the intrusion, and I grit my teeth to keep from coming so quickly.
“Fuck, baby girl, you are so damn tight. Are you a virgin?”
“No, I’m not a fucking virgin,” she says as she pushes up on her elbows and tries to shove me off her. It doesn’t work. I’m in heaven. I know I’m not going there in the afterlife, so this is the next best thing. Ain’t ever leaving. “It’s been three years. What the fuck did you think would happen?”
I thrust into her, what little give her tight pussy allows me. “Damn, saving yourself for me, huh?”
“Fuck you.” She pushes at me again, but I don’t listen. “Get off me. Get… uuugh.” I move my hips in a circle, and her cries of protest change to cries of passion. “Don’t stop,” she huffs out as she flops onto her back, withering away.
“Wasn’t planning to, baby girl.” I start a rhythm as I grab her legs, spreading her farther apart for my dick to get to its home.
“Jesus, shut up and just fuck me. Yeah, like that. Fuck, that feels good.” She rises onto her elbows and glares at me but doesn’t push me away. “And don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t put on a condom. You better be clean, or I’ll cut your dick off after I’m done using it, and then I’ll cut every bitch in here who gave me something.”
“Damn, baby, I’m already hard. You don’t need to keep talking dirty to me,” I say with a grin as I move my hand to play with her clit. I rub it back and forth quickly, which has her flopping back onto the desk once more while she groans out a sigh.
I’m not going to last long, and I refuse to go first. She’s the type to hold it against me, no matter if I get her off more times than not, and while I like her bratty mouth, I don’t need her spouting shit for my brothers to tease me about. Like I said, I’m the only one who can mess with them, not the other way around.
I pinch her clit, and it sends her over like I expected.
“Bastard” whispers out of her as she comes, and it’s the surprise of it that has me both laughing and shooting my load from the way she grips me like a vise.
I lower her legs, which are still spread wide, but don’t pull my dick out just yet. It’s so nice and warm, like a blanket after a cold shower. Not about to uncover it for the world to shrink it with its temperature. Not that my room is overly cold; it’ll just be a shock to the system once I pull free.
“You mad that I made you come again so quickly or that you’re the only one with clothes off?” I put a hand over her shoulder as I prop myself up on the desk. The other moves to her hip as I steady my breath.
She takes a few gulps of air herself and shakes her head before calming enough to speak to me, but it still comes out as if she hasn’t caught her breath. “Neither. Just calling it like I see it.”
I chuckle at that and am gifted with a soft smile that seems to transform her from a beautiful bratty girl to a divine goddess.
“Hang on, baby girl. I’m not done with you yet.” I move my hand that was on her hip under her and pull her up flush to me. She squeals for a second as she wraps her arms and legs around me. I turn and take two steps before dropping her ass on my bed.
I curse at the cold hit my dick gets at the loss of contact, but I quietly promise that it won’t be cold for long.
“I’m not that heavy, fish boy. No need to throw me around like one sack of potatoes too many. If you can’t lift me without putting in some work, then you need to get a new gym coach. The other one ain’t cutting it,” she throws at me as she fluffs her hair out. Not a care in the world that her panties are still pushed to the side and bits of her pussy are on display. She’s a wrinkled mess that I can’t wait to mess up even more.
“Neverworked with resistance bands before.” I gesture to my shorts around my knees. They’re baggy in the legs, but not so much in the waistband. It was a damn miracle that I made it as far as I did without tripping.
