Her tits were everything I imagined and more. They were big and soft, yet firm and bouncy. Her tits were pale and creamy, sitting high on her chest and close together with half-dollar sized pastel pink areolas and thick nipples I couldn’t wait to suck.
Brooke squeezed her mounds together and smiled up at me proudly. “Do they live up to the hype?”
Slack-jawed, I nodded dumbly, and a sharp breath caught in my throat.
She let them go and her tits bounced free, jiggling back into position high on her chest. “Go ahead. They won’t bite.”
I reached out and cupped her tits, squeezing them in my hands. My cock twitched and bounced before swaying side to side. “They’re perfect.” Her nipples hardened under my index fingers and I tweaked them softly, sliding them between the open gap in my fingers.
“I hope they were worth the wait.” She reached out and grabbed my cock, rolling it between her fingers while she casually played with it. “I know this big cock was worth every second of waiting.” She stroked me slowly and smiled sweetly. “You don’t know how many times I got off thinking about this big boy coming hard inside me.”
Speaking of coming hard, I hadn’t exactly come prepared for the occasion. I had planned on getting dumped, not playing romper room with Brooke. “I didn’t bring a condom,” I said and sighed. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Fuck the condom. I want to feel you raw. I’m on the pill. It’s okay.” She played with my cock, sliding her thumb over my tip and back around, down my glans. Then she eyed my rigid manhood and glanced up at me, smiling coyly. “Before we fuck, I want to taste it. Do you mind?”
Mind? I nearly laughed out loud. My head swooned and my legs buckled slightly as I inched closer, lining up my cock with her ripe pink lips. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Brooke giggled and held my gaze as she brought her lips to my swollen knob and gently kissed it. “I don’t care if you come in my mouth.”
My cock throbbed, twitching against her plump lips while Brooke slowly stroked my base and stuck out her tongue, slowly circling my knob with her warm pink tip. “Do you like that?”
I shuddered and chuckled all at the same time. Goosebumps flashed across my chest, and my legs felt like iron weights. “No. It’s horrible,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
She grinned, and her green eyes twinkled. “What about this?” She slid her lips over my knob and washed her tongue over my glans while she gently sucked.
I let out a long moan and tilted my head back, barely able to stand. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My words came out in a breathless rush.
Brooke giggled again, this time going deeper. She slid her tongue down my shaft and my cock raced across the flat of her warm tongue. She sucked and slurped, working her tongue across my pulsing cock, bobbing up and down as she stroked my base.
As waves of pleasure rolled over me, I gazed down at my ginger queen, taking in her stunning good looks and incredible body. This was living my best life and as she picked up steam, my cock lit up like Times Square. My balls flexed and contracted while I reached out and slid my fingers through her thick, shiny, strawberry-blonde hair.
She came off my cock with a pop, stretching a thick string of saliva from her tongue back to my tip. She licked my knob like an ice cream cone and gently sucked while she gazed up at me over my throbbing manhood. “Are you close? It feels like you’re close?” She kissed my tip and squeezed my base.
“I’m very close,” I said. “Sorry. This first time is like a dream.”
“Your cock tastes amazing.” She lowered her head back to my cock and slipped it between her glistening lips until my tip edged the back of her throat.
Glug. Glug. Glug. Brooke deep throated me, sliding my cock halfway down her throat while the sounds of gagging and slurping filled the silence. She worked my dick like a pro, never faltering and giving it everything she had.
My toes curled, and I dug my fingers into Brooke’s scalp. My head flashed a warning and my cock throbbed inside her mouth.
Brooke came off my cock with a pop and squeezed my base, cutting off my orgasm. Cum-filled saliva dripped from my cock, and she licked away the excess, drinking down every drop. She gazed up at me as she inhaled deeply and kissed my tip as my orgasm fading, edging away from the brink.
“That was close,” I said.
Brooke slowly started stroking my cock, and I gazed down mesmerized at her jiggling and bouncing tits.
“As much as I want to taste your cum, I want to look into your eyes when we come together for our first time. Is that okay?” She asked.
I struggled to stand and nodded before I found my voice. “I’m edging, and I know once I’m inside you, I won’t last long.”
She smiled. “That’s okay. We’ll go slow, and I’m already soaking wet.”
I stepped out of my pants and pulled Brooke up off the couch. “Let’s get these pesky things off.” I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of her yoga shorts and pulled them down over her hips, pleasantly surprised to find her not wearing any panties.
Brooke draped her arms over my shoulders for balance and wriggled her hips until the shorts fell down her legs and she stepped out. “You’re my man.” She smiled with satisfaction. “That feels good to say out loud.”
Her pussy was as creamy and smooth as the rest of her body. Her swollen pink labia, already wet with her juices, puffed out from her slit like a pretty little package ready for me to tear open.
We kissed and gazed into each other’s eyes. “I’ll always be your man just like we’ll always be together.” I sat down on the love seat, took her hands and guided her onto my lap. “Come here, baby,” I whispered.
She smiled slightly and tossed her hair back over her shoulders while she sank down onto my lap. “I love it when you call me that. I’m your baby.” She draped her arms over my shoulders and her tits jiggled and swayed while she inched forward on my lap until my cock nestled up against her creamy smooth stomach.
Her green eyes blazed with electric lust. My cock twitched, sliding across her tummy as Brooke wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips connected and our tongues flashed together, hot and hungry.
She probed inside my mouth and ground her hips, sliding her pussy along the hot meat of my stone-hard shaft. Strands of her red hair draped my face and neck, tickling my cheeks while I breathed in her fresh, sweet scent.
Brooke broke off our kiss and sat back, gazing at me with hazy lust. “I need you inside me,” she said and reached for my fat cock.
Her tits bounced against my chest and her hard nipples dragged across my my soft skin. I slid my hands over her waist and down to her ass, cupping her firm, full cheeks, one in each hand. I edged my hips up off the couch, squeezing her ass while Brooke dragged my knob through her warm, slick wetness, leaving me shuddering with ecstasy.
Brooke’s breathing intensified and she carefully guiding my cock to her pearly gate and gazed down at me through the thicket of her red hair. Her expression was intense and her eyes brimmed with tears as she braced herself on my shoulder. “I love you, Timothy,” she said and sank down onto my shaft, letting go of a warbling moan as goose bumps flashed across her chest.
“I love you too,” I said, sucking in a sharp breath as my head flashed. The tightness of her pussy enveloped my cock and pleasure swept over me like a hurricane. Adrenaline surged through my body, leaving my legs weak and rubbery and my heart racing.
She flexed her pussy, squeezing my shaft inside her warm, satiny grip, and I locked my eyes on hers, savoring the exquisite feeling of her pussy undulating over my cock in waves.
Everything in my life had led to this moment. She was my rock and the absolute center of my universe. Nothing worked without Brooke. I silently vowed to make good on my promise to remain true to our love and never dishonor or disrespect her. I let go of her ass long enough to slide my hands around to her front and cup her tits while Brooke started rocking.
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ith her lips parted, she gazed into my eyes and fucked me slow and deep, using her pussy to squeeze my cock every time I bottomed out. “You’re in so deep,” she said, closing her eyes and grinding, savoring the moment while she worked my cock into her inner depths.
Her pussy pulsed around my meaty shaft and I edged my hips off the couch, pushing in deeper while her tits jiggled inside the mesh of my spread-open fingers, stretched wide over her creamy breast flesh.
Brooke opened her eyes and moaned, fucking me faster as she sucked in sharp, rapid breaths. “I love riding you,” she said before she leaned in and kissed me, flashing her tongue across my lips while her hips clapped my thighs.
The couch groaned and shifted under our weight and even the floorboards creaked with the sing-song rhythm of our rapid fucking.
I let go of Brooke’s tits, happy to watch them bounce, circling high on her chest and gently slapping together every time my cock impaled her. Being inside her was like nothing that came before. No treasure could ever match her beauty inside and out. No gold or jewels could compete with the depth of love I felt for the beautiful twenty-five-year-old. She was the jackpot, and I would never grow tired of fucking her.
Brooke grunted and moaned, sliding her fingers through my hair as she gazed at me. Her eyes swam heavy with lust and her lips hung open while her breaths came faster and quicker. “Are you close?” she asked in a rush.
“Yes, baby. I’m close.” My cock throbbed inside her and my head twinged on the brink of oblivion, screaming at me to release my seed deep inside her.
Brooke went rigid, and she sucked in a sharp breath, locking her hips down while she gazed into my eyes. “Let it go,” she said through a moan and bit her lip while her pussy spasmed around my cock.
I soaked in her big green eyes and grunted, exploding inside her with a gush of hot, sticky jizz. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, bucking my hips and driving her off the couch as I spurted inside her, releasing the motherlode of cum deep inside her warm, silky womb. My head flashed with waves of spent lust as I groaned and kissed her, coming again and again until dizziness swept over me.
“Thats it,” she whispered, kissing me softly, licking my bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. “I feel you coming inside me.” She squeezed her pussy, milking my cock as she rocked forward and backward, sliding her fingers through my hair.
I grunted through the force of my spasming cock until it finally went still and I leaned forward, resting my forehead against hers, sucking in giant, cleansing breaths. Hot jizz seeped down around my cock and Brooke squeezed my shaft, draining me dry. I ran my hands up her back and kissed her softly as I tried to regain my composure. “That was intense.”
“That was just the beginning,” she whispered, leaning forward and kissing me behind my ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
I shuddered under the weight of her warm breath and savored the sensation of her tits and hard nipples grazing my chest. I filled my hands with her ass cheeks and squeezed. “You’ll have to push me out of here in a wheelchair.”
Brooke giggled and kissed her way along my neck. “Your cock fits me like a glove.”
“I had built up this fantasy in my head about what sex would be like with you,” I said. “My imagination is a poor substitute for the real thing..”
She brought her face around, even with mine. “It’s because we love each other. Sex with love makes all the difference.”
“Why did it take us so long to admit it?” I asked. “If I had just told you how I felt, we could have saved a lot of time.”
“I never should have agreed to engage Logan,” Brooke said. “I only dated him to make you jealous. And when he proposed, he did it in front of his parents and I felt trapped. My mom told me I was making a huge mistake.”
“Then she will be relieved,” I said.
“She is,” Brooke smiled and kissed me. “I told her right before you came over. She said she was popping the champagne at home with my dad.”
I laughed and kissed her. “Speaking of champagne,” I said. “We should open some and celebrate.”
Brooke nodded. “After we do it again.” She nibbled my lower lip and let it go. “I’m super horny.”
“Far be it for me to get between a lady and her second round of passionate lovemaking.”
Brooke giggled and kissed me again. “God, this feels so freeing. It’s like someone opened the windows and let a fresh breeze blow through a stuffy house. Is this what being in love feels like?”
“I think so,” I said. “It should feel easy. With you, it has always felt easy.”
She brushed a lock of hair from my forehead and searched my face. “I’m sorry for being so stubborn.”
“We’re together now,” I said. “Our love story has a happy ending. Well, the ending is a new beginning, starting with a strange invite we received to a masquerade ball.”
Brooke frowned. “We? As in us? Who knew about us?”
“We as in me, you, and Sammie,” I said. “The who is a man named Peter Patlee.”
Brooke’s eyes widened. “The rich guy who Butch worked for?”
“That’s the one.”
I filled her in on Peter showing up on my boat and the invitation to the masquerade ball.
“I should probably get a new dress,” Brooke said. “Maybe I can talk Sam into going shopping with me tomorrow.”
“Oh, I think she’ll be on board.”
“Does she know about the party?”
“Not yet,” I said. “She wanted us to call her at some point tonight. She was cheering for us.”
Brooke sighed. “I really misjudged her. I feel horrible about the way I treated her.”
“Don’t,” I said. “She laid it on thick to bring us together. She said you needed a push.”
“I know. She told me everything, including how much she loves you.”
“Does that bother you?”
Brooke shook her head. “It feels right, like it was supposed to be this way all along. I think we’re on the brink of a great adventure.”
“Starting with the costume ball,” I said.
“No.” She shook her head. “Starting with you pounding me from behind. Don’t be afraid to slap my ass. I like it a little rough.” She climbed off my lap, trailing a long line of cum in her wake. A thick string oozed from her pussy and dripped onto my thighs while Brooke gazed down, fascinated.
“That was a big load,” I said.
She pinched her pussy, and a pearl droplet oozed out, sliding across her fingers. “I love it.” She glanced up at me. “What if you got me pregnant?” she asked with an edge of excitement in her voice.
“Then we would be parents,” I said. “Something I never thought about.”
“Would you be upset?” she asked.
“No. Would you?” I asked.
Brooke shook her head. “We’ll make beautiful babies together.”
“As long as they look like you,” I said.
Brooke giggled and pulled me up off the couch. “Come on, old man. Let’s get you ready for round two.”
Chapter 8
Brooke and I broke my personal record. We stayed up half the night trying every position we could think of. Her studio apartment wasn’t large, but we christened every flat surface, including the shower. In between the marathon sex, we chatted with Sam, who was over the moon at our news. After her meeting at the sorority, she and her mother had gone out to dinner and I couldn’t help but wonder what mother and daughter had said about me.
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