“Fuck,” I grunt as her pussy stretches around me. Her heat, the softness, the tightness.
Holy fuck.
How am I going to go back to not having this in my life?
“Oh god,” she whimpers, her arms already trembling as she continues to sink lower.
She’s so small, it’s hard to imagine how she takes all of me. But she does.
She takes me so well.
Almost too well.
“Jesus, you’re—fuck,” I mumble, unable to come up with anything more intellectual.
“Yeah. It’s…Christ,” she groans as she pushes herself up, changing the angle and forcing me even deeper.
With both my hands on her hips, I help her move.
I’m enthralled watching her as she rides me. Her tits bounce, loose locks of hair sway around her shoulders, and her eyes sear into mine.
It’s almost like she’s trying to imprint herself on my soul.
She doesn’t need to try very hard. I’m pretty sure she’s already there.
“Oh my god, yes,” she cries, taking it at a speed she loves, grinding her hips every time she has all of me inside her.
It’s fucking mind-blowing.
“Fucking love your dick,” she announces as her orgasm begins to build.
Mine is too, but I’ll do anything I can to hold it off and make sure she gets at least two first.
I can’t say that I’ve always been such a gentleman. But she deserves it.
If all we’re having is tonight, then it needs to be memorable.
Hell knows it already has been for me. But I might just be another notch on the bedpost for her.
She hasn’t been shy about how she lives her life, which I appreciate, but I also haven’t missed the irony in the role reversal. It’s usually the hockey players who want the one-night stands, not the girls. They all secretly want commitment, weddings, and babies.
“I’m gonna come all over your dick, stranger.”
“Fuck, yeah, you are,” I agree, both desperate and terrified to feel it.
Please don’t force me over the edge with you. Not yet.
Unable to stop myself, I shift one of my hands so I can press my thumb against her clit.
She cries out at the added sensation, and not ten seconds later do I get the pleasure of watching her fall apart on me.
Best fucking thing I’ve seen in a while.
I let her ride it out, but the second she comes back to herself, I flip us over.
I may have handed her control, but it had an expiration time. A bit like the condom I was going to use. Not my finest moment.
Momentarily, a little fear trickles through my veins as I consider just how differently this could have ended…
