I grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed it to him. He popped the top and drank deeply from it. “Oh, that hits the spot.”
I laughed as he continued to down the rest of the beer, barely taking time to really enjoy it. He was thirsty and he was in pain. I had a feeling that in a moment he would not be in any pain. I sat the bottle of beer on the coffee table and then I snuggled in closely to him.
“This feels nice,” Chance said taking a deep breath. I could tell that all he wanted to do was doze off and hope that his ankle felt better when he woke up, but I had some other plans. I was feeling a very, certain, special kind of way. And I had a feeling that there was a lot more life left in him for the evening than he was giving himself credit for.
“How does this feel?” I asked.
I reached down and placed my hand on his groin. The bulge beneath my palm was big, and it felt like a bumpy wad. It was a package that I definitely wanted to unwrap and get to know a bit better, to see what surprises would be waiting to fill me with total delight.
“Oh…well, that always feels good,” Chance said.
I was glad to see that his mood was perking up a little bit. That was encouraging to say the least. I began to move my hand around, and then grasp the bulge beneath my hand, slipping my fingers down to the groin.
“Wow…that feels so good,” Chance said. “You like that? What do you think is under there?”
I giggled as I pulled the top of his shorts down and then tugged a little harder so that the shorts came off completely. And then I saw that Chance was not wearing any boxers tonight.
“Ah, you are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” I asked.
“The naughtiest,” he replied. “I think that I should be punished.”
“Sure, we will get to that,” I said. “I’ll show you how badly I think you should be punished. You should be hurt to the fullest extent of my powers.”
Chance was laughing now. “Well, if you really think that’s what it will take to make sure that I’ve learned my lesson. Ok.”
I looked at his sweet length, and carefully curled my fingers around it. The beauty began to enlarge instantly, thickening in my palm and pressing into my hand, encouraging me to stroke him up and down. Yes, that was it… I loved to see how his organ responded to me. My hand rocked back and forth against his appendage, and then soothed it with my touch from the bottom to the top.
“Wow… that’s it, oh…” Chance groaned as I manipulated his sex and got him more aroused with every passing second.
He was getting so hard now, his appendage standing straight up and begging me to taste it. He was so delicious. I loved it when I put it in my mouth to taste his love. It made me feel connected to him in a way that nothing else did.
I opened up and took him in my mouth slowly. The taste waved through into my brain and rocked my subconscious mind to trigger the most lustful response my body could produce. I was so wet now. The way that my mound was dripping now could only have foretold how much of a sweet annihilation she was going to take later. The intersection of my thighs was totally full of honey, ready to be eaten by the sweetest tooth.
Chance was breathing long and deep now, his body undulating under the pleasure that he was receiving from me. His hips rocked back and forth slowly, feeding my mouth with his delicious stalk, allowing me to still dictate the pace though. I pressed my hands down against his hips to hold him in place, allowing my strength to take back a little bit of that control. The power struggle that we often had in bed was humorous to the both of us, I thought.
I pulled my mouth up off him and let his bulge glisten in the air for a moment, coated with my saliva. It looked beautiful and it was aching for some more pleasure, but I decided that it was my turn.
I climbed over top of Chance and forced his body down lengthwise on the couch so that I was now sitting on his face. I hiked up my skirt and moved my panties to the side so that he would have full access to wet, slippery folds.
He quickly went to work with his tongue between the folds. My orifice was screaming out in ecstasy from the first touch. I had to hold on to the couch to make sure I did not lose myself and fall down to the floor. My man had the best skills.
His mouth was covering me with totality as his tongue shot upwards inside of me, licking my honeypot dry and enjoying all of the nectar that my body nourished into his. Behind me as I glanced back, his bulge was still so upright and rigidly hard. I reached back and fingered the head in my soft fingers. A loud moan came from his buried lips. I repeated this with the same result.
This gave me the idea of turning around so that we could give each other a sixty-nine. I had always wanted to try this. The moment I placed my mouth on him, I knew this was the perfect idea. There was so much pleasure being given and received from the both of us to the both of us. I could hardly breathe due to the bliss from my lady bits that echoed up inside of me and the sweet head rush I got from the member in my mouth feeding me in so many ways.
My hips were sliding back and forth leaving behind my lustful grease on his sweet lips as I did so. Chance lapped it up with enthusiasm, which turned me on even more.
My entrance was so wet and ready right now. I had to move it on to the next step. I was pretty sure that Chance’s growing boner was ready for this as well, and with his weakened condition, the options were pretty limited. I knew I had no choice but to be totally in control of the rest of this.
And that made me very happy.
I hopped off Chance and I removed my clothes. His eyes widened at seeing my naked form. He never grew tired of it. Every single time was like the first time he’d ever actually seen me. His tongue started to drape repeatedly across his lips as he licked them furiously, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his chest, and his eyes went wide as saucers as if he was going to pass out.
It filled me with so much joy to know how much he desired me. I wanted to turn him on. Sometimes I worried that I no longer worked out enough and my diet wasn’t on point enough. I used to be an athlete, but lately I had the feeling that I was developing a writer’s body. I had to get back out there and make it happen with my sexy physique. I would really turn him on then.
I reached down and stroked his rod a few times, watching it jump with joy like an excited puppy and Chance’s body wiggled with sweet anticipation. It gave me the thrill of a lifetime to know how much I could turn him on and that I was in control of his pleasure. I was having a blast with it at the moment. The idea of him being somewhat laid up where he was injured and I had to take care of him—I had never had that fantasy before, but now that it was happening for real, I could not get the idea out of my head. I remembered that having naughty nurse’s costume was something I had always thought about. And now I needed one and I didn’t have one.
Next time…
I slid on top of him, carefully positioning my wet, slippery, sheath over his fleshy, hard sword, and letting our bodies come together in perfect bliss. The way I stretched around him was always so tight. I kept having a fear that my body would get used to it eventually, but so far that had not happened. I was constantly surprised by him, as if he kept getting bigger without telling me.
I leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth, then softly, before moving in for the kill and pressing my lips on him so hard that he couldn’t breathe properly for several seconds. His tongue wiggled between my lips as if begging me to have mercy.
I did not have any for him. I opened my mouth, invited him in, and then I clamped it shut by holding his tongue down with my own as I sucked at his mouth, trying to reel him into me as far as I could go.
And then I started to gyrate my hips over him, sliding up and down. With every single stroke, it seemed that my body ravaged his with more savagery, ripping up and down on the sex. He cried out with ecstasy as I bobbed my whole being up and down on him. His sweet prong plunged into me from below aided by his thrusting hips meeting mine.
“I want it harder,” I said. “How about you? Do you nee
d it harder?”
“No, this is perfect,” Chance said.
“Perfect? What about this is perfect? I want you to be punished. Did you forget how bad you’ve been?”
I loved using the naughty schoolteacher voice. It always seemed to get him going hard.
“I’m so sorry,” Chance said. “You’re right. I’ve been so bad today. I should be hurt.”
My core had fully encompassed his manhood, and as I glanced down to see my body swallowing his deeply inside, the sweetest feeling of peace just washed over me and I felt really ready to embrace whatever might come next.
His length was fully engorged inside of me. I was being pushed past my normal limits, and taken to a world I had yet to explore. Every time I was with Chance he took me there, a little farther each time. I wasn’t sure how much more there was to learn and to experience about lovemaking, but I was sure that with Chance I would learn everything that was possible and it would become part of my new identity, as this part of a beautiful union.
I ran my fingers across his chest, feeling the smooth skin beneath me, tracing the lines of his muscles. They were so big and bulging. I let my fingers glide over top of his nipples which responded to the touch by growing harder and tightening beneath my fingers.
He looked into my eyes and Chance smiled widely as he grabbed me by my hips, and began to manually gyrate them, moving my body up and down as fast as he could. His eyes were rolling back up in his head and I could tell he was going to come soon.
I knocked his hands away and wagged my finger in his face. “No, no, no…” I said as he looked up at me with a shocked look of denial in his face. He laughed and grinned wildly from side to side. It was a playful, almost bashful look.
I leaned close to his face and I whispered, “You don’t get to decide this today. This is my time.”
Chance leaned back and spread his hands apart as if telling me that I was free to do whatever I wanted.
I leaned against him and kissed him hard as I continued to buck against his member, feeling his girth inside of me bouncing tightly off my walls. I knew that he was getting close again and there was nothing that he could do to stop me if I decided that I wanted him to come right now, or if I decided I was going to make him finish in a little while. The power of it was a bit of a trip.
And it drove me hard into the desire that I felt for him, until I realized that I was about to climax hard all over his thickness. And it happened. I rose up high in the air and leaned back, my big, breasts waving wildly in the air as I came harder than I ever had before.
A few minutes later and he finally had his own well-deserved climax. He almost injured his ankle farther as his body began to writhe beneath mine, almost as if he was trying to outrun the sweet pleasure that was occurring throughout our mutually shared orgasmic experience.
And then it was done. We laid on the couch together snuggling for a bit until we both ended up falling asleep. This was the only place in the whole world where I ever wanted to fall asleep again.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chance
I hated these dinners with my father. They were the absolute worst way to spend a Sunday, but here I was having the once a month dinner with the old man when he just happened to be in town. My father was based out of Pittsburgh, but he often travelled pretty extensively for his business dealings, and anytime he was near me, he decided that I should spend some quality time with him and enjoy an expensive meal that he paid for.
I was tempted to bring Jamie, but I thought it was too soon in our relationship for me to introduce her to this complication. That was an odd thing to feel about one’s father, a complication. But that was all he’d ever been in my life.
He had hardly been there to raise me. I was raised mostly by my mother and a string of hired nannies. That was my childhood. It had been a fun childhood for the most part, but my father was absent for most of it. He was always gone working and he showed time and time again that other commitments and other people were far more important than his family. I wasn’t sure why my mother even stood by him at all throughout the years. The way he treated her was almost as bad. I was fairly certain that he had never been faithful since the day he met her, even if I didn’t have the actual proof. And if I did, I might keep it quiet just to spare my mother’s feelings. She didn’t deserve this. My mother was a sweet, wonderful woman. I grew up appreciating how to treat a woman, mostly because of how badly my father treated her.
“So, what is going on in your life, son? Tell me about your business classes. I hope you are putting in the work and getting the grades. You failed to get into the Ivy League as an undergrad; perhaps you might still have a shot at Ivy League grad school.”
I looked over at my mother who was rolling her eyes and letting out a sigh. I could practically hear her thoughts. We’d barely ordered the first course and my father was already indicating to me what a disappointment I had been. He would never come right out and say it. No, he would actually mill around the point and use a backward compliment that was actually an insult. My father was a wimp that way. He’d probably never been in a real physical altercation in his life. I always thought he was intimidated by my natural athleticism. I was more like my grandfather, who passed away when I was twelve. I loved him a lot. He was strong and tough, but beneath that he was also kind and cared about people.
“Well, I didn’t care to got an Ivy League school dad; remember, I’m a football player. You remember football? They were the guys who dated all the girls you were too scared to talk to in school.”
My father laughed. “Yes, and they had to get guys like me to do their schoolwork for them. And most of them work for guys just like me, and they work very far down the line on the totem pole. They’ll be lucky to make middle management.”
I sighed. “Well, hopefully I’ll do a little better than that. But football is more than just something I do. It’s who I am. And one day I will be pro. Then you can eat your words.”
“Even if you do make it, how long is the average career? A few years? And then you have to find something else to do with your life and you will have nothing to fall back on. That’s pretty sad. You spend your whole early life pursuing a dream that probably won’t come true, and if it does come true, then it will be over in a few years. That sounds like a total waste to me.”
“That’s where we will have to agree to disagree.”
“Don’t forget who pays for you to go to school.”
“I got an athletic scholarship, or did you forget that, too?”
“Yes, it covers everything, right? It barely covers the basics, but a kid like you can never get used to having just the basics. You wouldn’t even know where to start with that kid.”
I grunted and took a sip of the wine, then a bigger gulp. If I had to sit here and listen to my father’s bullshit, at least I was going to get faced while I did it.
My mother reached out her hand just then and tapped me on the arm to tell me to slow down and not let my father get to me. My father scoffed. “Ah, yes. You get drunk every time there is something you can’t handle. You will be a lush by the time you are twenty-five, kid. Just like your grandfather.”
“Don’t’ talk bad about grandpa,” I said. “I won’t sit and listen to it.”
“Yes, you are always protecting him. I’ll remind you that I grew up with the man. He was a first class jerk and treated me like I was a total failure. Nothing I ever did added up to him. I used to think it was a bad thing, but I know that it lit a fire in me to do better. However, I still hate the bastard for the way he treated me. There are other ways to motivate people.”
I stared at my mother and then back at my father wondering if anything he had just said would actually sink into his head. But he proceeded to eat his salad and bread. Then I shook my head and laughed. The man couldn’t see the forest for the trees. I hoped to hell that I never ended up like him.
I finished the glass of wine and got up from the table. “I’m sorry, mom. I have t
o leave.”
My father laughed. “Wow, you are so weak it’s pathetic.”
But I was already halfway to the door of the restaurant. When I got outside in the hallway I took several deep breaths as I waited for the elevator to open up. My mother was running after me.
“Chance, please come back,” she said. “That’s your father in there and he isn’t likely to ever change. Still, you only have one father, and he does love you. I know he shows it in a horrible way, but he thinks inside that he is making you strong, preparing you for the world.”
“He is thinking of making me a clone like him. I’m tired of him. I don’t want anything else to do with him. I hate that I have to use any of his money at all. When I’m out of school and I get that NFL contract, I’m going to pay him back every single cent so we can be clear and done. I want nothing else to do with him. I don’t even want him to meet Jamie.”
“Jamie?”
I had let it slip. Shit.
“Who’s Jamie?” my mother asked.
“Jamie Adams. She is… everything to me. We haven’t known each other that long, but I know… she is the one for me.”
My mother was smiling. “Dear, that’s wonderful news. I’m very happy for you.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Don’t tell dad; it will just give him another thing to harp on me about. Or go ahead and tell him. If I can go the rest of my life without seeing him, the better.”
I hugged my mother and said goodbye before I got in the elevator. I loved my mother, but I wasn’t going back to that dinner. My father and I were done. I didn’t even feel that I owed him the courtesy of telling him that we were done. I was sick and tired of him.
And I knew that he felt the same way. He would probably consider my dismissal of him to be another way in which I failed. But I guaranteed that once I was successful on my own, then he would come back around trying to somehow take all the credit.
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