| There were times I could sit there and wonder at my girlfriend. This was one of those times. "Cobbs, why are you a mutant?" I sighed, looking at her from across the room. It was one of the rare times that we were alone and that our mouths weren't on each other. That would all change in a minute but first... "Because," she shrugged, tucking her legs under her body. "I don't have to masturbate every day like you do." Rolling my eyes, I drank some more soda. "But it feels good right?" "So?" "So if it feels good, do it!" I said, sighing again. "What does it take you to let the tiger out?" A smile from her. "A hell of a lot. Or just you," she smirked before socking me in the arm. I winced. 'Damn, she hits hard,' I thought and rubbed the spot. "Right, so you don't have a thing?" "Can't sex just be the thing?" "Nope." "Then I guess not." I groaned and leaned over, not quite touching but not leaving her in her personal space. "I could talk dirty to you," I smirked and rand a hand up her jean clad thigh. Her eyes flicked shut and she shifted in her seat, turning away from me. "You wouldn't." "Oh I would. And I can." I reached under her shirt, feeling her breasts, heavy, warm, and hard. "You're hard. Just as hard as I am," I whispered in her ear and guided her hands to my fly. "You want me to fuck you, right?" "Yeah..." she whispered, still trying to turn away from me but rubbing my cock through the jeans, making me moan slightly. "Good. Because I'm going to fuck you. Slow and hard from behind as your tight pussy pushes in on all sides of me inside of you, filling you, touching the spot." My hands traveled with my words and soon she was naked and leaning over my dripping erection with an intense eye, her juices making my leg slick as she humped it. "You want to suck it. Go ahead, take it all in your mouth, feel it throb," I whispered as her mouth surrounded me, making me groan. "That's it, like that...good girl, nice and slow." Her mouth and tounge swirled and sucked until my efforts to hold back ended in a cry from my throat and I climaxed in her mouth, grabbing her shoulders in a grip. "Oh, God..." I panted, patting her on the shoulder. "That's enough, I want the real thing." Shatondra smirked, taking off the rest of my clothes and we wrestled briefly before putting her on the arm of the couch, ass in the air. "I win," I smiled and grabbed her wrists in my hands, holding them over her head. "Win what?" she panted, pushing against me and I hissed. "You," I replied before sliding in, pushing gently but hard. Her body bowed in my hands, pushing me deeper as her groans rung off the walls. I kissed her back, sliding my tounge across the scars and muscles before pinching her nipples harder, feeling her pussy clench around me as I did so. "You liked that?" I said, moving a little, thrusting up. "You like that?" "Yes," she panted, pushing back. "Now. I need it now." "Whatever you want," I said, thrusting long and slow, as I angled to hit her spot. 'Hm...where is it from back here?' I thought. A scream tore itself from Shatondra's throat and I smiled. 'That's it.' "You like that, huh?" I said, panting myself. I wasn't goung to be talking for too much longer. "Yes!" Her body rocked against me as she began to shake with impending orgasm. Soon she screamed again, louder, tearing her wrists from my grip as she came, nearly impossible tight body going even tighter. Gasping, I grabbed her hips, thrusting deep as I came inside of her, my hands no doubt leaving bruises. We fell apart before I stretched myself over her body. "Have fun?" I asked, breathing hard and she opened an eye, chest heaving. "Yeah..." she reasoned. "I love you...did someone watch one to many porn movies?" "Hey, what do you think I have to do when I don't get to do the things to you that I want to?" |