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by Scott Hildreth

He began to moan. The pace of his thrusts increased slightly, ever so gently forcing more and more cock into my mouth. Having the tip deep in my throat turned me on terribly, and I, too, began to moan against the flesh of his swollen shaft.

  I felt a fingertip against my asshole. In anticipation of him entering me, I began to suck his cock wildly. He pushed his fingers deep within my pussy and curled the tips of them against my g-spot.

  Something I had tried to find with little luck, he had found without instruction.

  His fingertips tickled the sensitive flesh, sending a wave of ecstasy through me. I reached up, gripped his tight ass in my hands, and forced his cock deep into my throat.

  His finger penetrated my ass.

  Dear God.

  He sucked and licked my clit while his fingers fucked my ass and pussy at the same time. In and out his fingers worked me into a puddle of emotion while he nibbled and sucked my love button with precision.

  I felt myself quickly racing to climax.

  I thrust my hips up from the mattress over and over, fucking against his face. The sound of him sucking my pussy alone was enough to bring me to orgasm, but his fingers made it so much more enjoyable.

  My body shuddered in orgasm and I groaned against his cock, burying it deep in my throat. I needed a breath of air desperately, but at that moment I would have rather died than stopped short of satisfying him.

  Another orgasm shot through me deeply, causing my muscles to contract. I pulled down on his ass, forcing the last inch of his manhood into my mouth.

  He let out a groan, his hips made two or three short thrusts, and his warmth filled my throat.

  Eagerly, I swallowed him completely, satisfied that I had pleased him.

  I relaxed into the mattress. He rolled to the side. A soft moan escaped his lungs.

  And, side-by-side, we fell asleep.

  ***

  The feeling of being kissed washed over me and I felt a heavy weight pressing down on me.

  I opened my eyes.

  Dick was on top of me, and the room was lit only by the little bit of moonlight that shone in through the windows. I returned the kiss eagerly, desiring more. I wanted what we had before, earlier in the night.

  Soon, I got exactly what I wished for.

  After the passing of another magical moment, I was lost in a state of bliss. I continued to kiss him, grateful he was able to make me feel so special with nothing more than a simple kiss.

  His hand fumbled between us. I felt pressure against my throbbing pussy.

  Oh fuck.

  My eyes went wide as his length slowly pushed into me fully. Being stuffed with ten inches of cock all at once was a feeling in itself, and I never wanted the experience of the first thrust to end.

  The kissing continued and the fucking began.

  Our mouths parted.

  Between his thrusts, I expressed my satisfaction. “Your. Cock. Feels so. Good.”

  “It’s your tight pussy,” he assured me.

  I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as he fucked me deeply. I wanted to feel his body against mine, smell his scent, feel his skin, and listen to him breathe. I got all of that, and more, one thrust at a time.

  My hands worked my way up and down his body until they came to rest against the cheeks of his ass.

  With his muscular butt in my grip, I became the driving force behind his thrusts. Pulling against his flesh, I timed them perfectly, hiking my feet high into the air and spreading my legs as wide as I was able.

  I wanted all of him that he was able to give.

  His balls slapped against the sensitive skin between my butt cheeks, driving me wild in anticipation of each penetration. I wrapped my legs over his shoulders, and relished in the sight of the shadows the moonlight created along his muscular silhouette.

  I wanted him in my ass, but didn’t dare ask. I was sober, and I didn’t want him to think lesser of me.

  He reached beside the bed as he continued to fuck me, seeming to be fumbling for something. In a few seconds, I felt his hand along my thigh, and then a cold wet substance on my ass.

  Oh God.

  Please.

  He slowly withdrew his cock from inside me.

  He stroked it with the lube, driving me insane with anticipation. His finger first, and after a few preparatory strokes, his pushed himself into me slowly.

  I closed my eyes.

  I needed nothing but a few strokes to satisfy me completely.

  What he gave me was so much more.

  He pushed each of his thumbs into my pussy, and his cock deep into my ass. With his hands, he thumb-fucked me, the web between his thumb and forefinger pummeling my clit with each stroke of his digits.

  At the same time, he fucked my ass like it was the last time he was going to have a chance.

  I would have guessed ten inches of cock deep in my ass would have killed me, but it was nothing short of perfect. I focused on the shadows cast on his perfect physique, alternating to his handsome face as he fucked my ass like a man possessed.

  I have no idea how much time passed, but whatever the length, I was in ecstasy the entire time.

  My clit began to tingle. What felt like an electric shock danced between my pussy and my ass with each stroke of his manhood.

  My satisfaction came to a head, and I felt myself begin to explode. “I’m going to come. Hard.”

  I closed my eyes tight and tried to focus on the feeling of his cock deep in my ass, but instead found myself incapable of focusing on anything but my love for Dick.

  Everything slipped away from my mental grasp.

  My muscles tensed, loosened, and tensed again. Confused, I opened my eyes.

  His back arched, and his breathing became choppy. I watched the muscles in his chest and arms become tense.

  The warmth of his cum filled me, and as soon as I felt it within me, I burst out in an orgasm of my own, crying out into the silent room for nothing more than to provide him with an assurance that he was wholly and completely the man of my dreams.

  His upper body came to rest on my chest, and once again our lips pressed to one another. Passionately, we kissed for some time.

  When he pulled his mouth from mine, I returned his passionate look, wanting to say something to give what we shared a label, recognition, something…

  “Jess, I love you,” he said.

  My lip began to quiver. I raised my index finger, knowing an immediate response was impossible. Tears were welling in my eyes and I was busy processing what he had said. A tear rolled down my cheek.

  The moment I had waited a lifetime for was well upon me. My lips parted. “I love you, too. But please, be gentle with my heart.”

  “I will,” he assured me with a nod. “Because you’re all I have.”

  And I began to softly cry.

  THIRTY

  Dick

  “Where are we going for lunch?” I asked in as whiny of a voice as I could.

  With her sunglasses on and the top down, Jess paid little attention to my question. She signaled and changed lanes. A few seconds later, she signaled and changed back.

  “Where are we going for lunch?”

  “You’ll see,” she said.

  I suspected we were going to the soup kitchen. She’d been asking about it for some time, and was upset that she didn’t get to finish her bowl of soup on the night we saw Drake and Duc.

  “Soup?” I asked.

  With the top down, the wind blew her hair in every direction. She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. “Nope.”

  It was rewarding seeing her pleased with the car. It was the least I could do for her, considering how much she meant to me. I had much more planned for her, but had to wait until we were somewhere we could talk before I could go into detail.

  She got off the highway, pulled up to the stoplight, and turned on the turn signal.

  “We going shopping?” I asked.

  “Nope.”

  The left arrow turned green and s
he sped through the light. Another lane change. this time to the right, and she pulled into Target.

  “Remember this place?” she asked.

  I nodded. “How could I forget?”

  “You’re going to fuck me with the top down.”

  I laughed. “We’ll get arrested.”

  “Not if you’re careful.”

  “And quick,” I said.

  She pulled in behind the store, almost in the same spot I had parked in previously. Out of the way of traffic, but still in clear view for the perverts and rubberneckers to see, she parked.

  “I’m going to fuck you senseless,” she said.

  “Hey, that’s my line.”

  There had been so many changes in my life in the last few months, none of which I regretted. Not one of them was easy to believe, but they were easy for me to accept. I would never second guess Jess’ existence in my life – she was perfect for me, and the only answer to resolving my otherwise dismal love life.

  “Take off your pants,” she demanded.

  “Such a romantic.”

  I glanced over each shoulder and upon seeing no one, unbuckled my belt. She lasted all of fifteen seconds before deciding to help me pull them down. As soon as they were at my thighs, she removed her jean shorts and tossed them in the back seat. Panties followed.

  She stroked my cock a few times, but I was well beyond excited as it was. Standing at complete attention, my cock was pointing at the sky. Sitting in the driver’s seat, she spread her legs a little, stuck her finger in her pussy, and grinned.

  “Soaked,” she said. “Always wet for you.”

  “Good.”

  She climbed over the console and straddled me with her back against my chest. As I felt her wetness touch the tip of my dick, I moaned in anticipation. She exhaled sharply as her tight warmth encompassed the tip. I watched as she slowly lowered herself down the entire length, resting her ass against my thighs once I was completely inside of her.

  “Ready?” she asked.

  I laughed at her sense of humor. “I love you.”

  She slapped her hands against the dash and began to work her hips back and forth with precision. I watched in amazement as my cock disappeared into her pussy only to be withdrawn with another gyration of her beautiful ass.

  I reached around her and squeezed her breasts, using them as leverage to guide her up and down.

  The warm sun, the passing cars, and the thought of being back at the Target where we had sex after I lost the diamond – but didn’t yet trust her enough to tell her what happened – proved to be too much.

  “I’m not going to make it,” I admitted.

  She glanced over her shoulder. “Are you gonna cum?”

  “Yeah…” I groaned.

  She stuck her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit.

  I felt my balls tighten.

  “Wait for me,” she begged.

  I bit against my lower lip and did my best to think of anything that would allow me to last a few more seconds. She continued the same pace, banging her ass down on my thighs, taking my cock into her completely with each thrust.

  Watching myself disappear into her tight pussy was more than I could take. My cock began to swell.

  “Fuck yes,” she wailed.

  Her ass continued to rise and fall, but her pace slowed slightly. I felt her contract. I squeezed her boobs as I felt myself burst inside of her, pumping her full of my love.

  “I fucking love you,” I breathed into her ear.

  She thrust her hips three more times, barking out a word with each thrust.

  “I…”

  “Love…”

  “You…”

  She sat still for some time, absorbing all of what had happened. A good few minutes after we finished, she sighed and looked over her shoulder. “I love my car.”

  I glanced around. Cars passed on either side of us, but where we were parked wasn’t a through traffic way. “I’m glad. I hoped you would.”

  “I’m gonna get off now,” she said.

  I grinned. “I’m ready.”

  She climbed off of me, and cum flopped out of her and all over my jeans.

  “Don’t get that shit on my car,” she howled.

  I looked down at the puddle of cum. “What do you want me to do?”

  She shrugged as she pulled her shorts on. “Rub it into your jeans.”

  Reluctantly, I followed her instructions. After we were both dressed, I turned to face her.

  “So, I told you the car was part of it. Now that we’ve got time to talk, I have a few questions.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  “Well, I don’t do cheesy shit, and I’m not much of a romantic, but I’ll do my best,” I said.

  She grinned. “I’m listening.”

  “You know I love you. More than anyone, more than anything, right?”

  She nodded. “I do.”

  “Jess, my life wasn’t a disaster, and I’m not going to tell you it was. I wasn’t lost. I didn’t need saved. Neither did you. I don’t know if you were, but I wasn’t looking when I found you. Life just kind of happened. Along with it came love. I wasn’t prepared, but I guess I was ready, because it all worked out. Now? Now that I’ve had you in my life? I can’t imagine anything but keeping you. Forever.”

  I reached into my pocket and removed the ring.

  I held it up for her to see. Completely custom made with 4 carats of side stones and the 10 carat center stone, the ring was beyond breathtaking. I shifted my eyes from the ring to Jess.

  Her mouth was covered with her hand and her eyes were glued to the ring.

  I cleared my throat. “Will you be my partner? My partner in life, my partner in love, and my partner in crime.”

  In my former life, I would have never considered keeping the diamond. The $3,500,000 in proceeds from the ring would allow me to continue my life of robbing from the assholes on the earth and providing to those in need.

  But if she would agree to be my partner, I knew deep down inside we could make the money back without worry.

  Jess was an amazing woman, and an amazing criminal mastermind. I couldn’t imagine a life without her, and I couldn’t fathom continuing my life of crime if the only person on earth I was able to trust wasn’t in it with me.

  She wiped a tear from her cheek and nodded. “I will.”

  I slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her passionately.

  As our mouths parted, I felt I should say something, but as much as I wanted to, I was so deeply in love with her, I was speechless.

  We sat silently and stared into each other’s eyes.

  We didn’t have to speak, our love for each other said it all.

  A wise woman once said love is when your heart has feelings for a person that your mind is incapable of putting into words.

  And she was right.

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  CHAPTER THREE

  LIV

  After being friends for two-and-a-half decades and never once discussing it, I found it hard to believe we had reached a point where not only were we talking about sex, but seriously considering becoming sexually active with each other. It was now two weeks after my suggestion of becoming fuck buddies, and we sat in the living room discussing it at length. It was the third time we talked about it, but this time seemed to be more serious. After discussions of sexually transmitted diseases and me reminding him I was on birth control, the conversation migrated to the sex act itself. Luke claimed to be some kind of sexual deviant, but as far as I was concerned, his personal diagnosis of what he perceived as a fault was just one more reason for us to be fucking each other.

  “Sex is sex. I mean, really. Nothing against you, but I don’t see how it’s going to be much different,” I said.

  He gazed down at the floor for a moment and appeared to be in deep thought. I mentally stood firm in my opinion that his warnings of my inability to accept his sexual offerings were unwarranted.


  “So, I guess surfing is surfing.” He turned to face me. “You’ve seen me surf, right?”

  “Uhh. Yeah.”

  To see Luke surf was much different than watching anyone else attempt to do so. Typically, rows upon rows of surfers would wait for the waves, paddling to catch each and every one. Most failed completely at catching anything. Luke, on the other hand, waited for the perfect wave, and appeared to always catch it right before it broke, riding it in a manner that made it seem like he was personally taming it from a thirty-foot tall treacherous beast to the flattened white foam that softly washed to the shore.

  He cocked one eyebrow. “Can you compare my surfing to all surfing?”

  I shook my head. “No. Not at all.”

  “Remember when we were in high school, and you came to see me compete for my black belt?”

  “Sure.”

  “How many matches did you watch before it was my turn?”

  I shrugged and tried to remember the competition. “I don’t know, like, maybe, eight or ten.”

  “Did any of them seem as talented as me?”

  I shook my head. I couldn’t say I agreed with his theory that I would recede into a ball of emotion and sit in the corner babbling, but he was making some very valid points regarding the difference in his abilities as they compared to everyone else’s.

  “You made your point. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to be an emotional wreck over this. You said you weren’t abusive, and that you weren’t into that sado-whatever-shit, so I think I’m good to go,” I said.

  He brushed his hair from his face and laughed. “Good to go, huh?”

  “Yep.”

  His eyes fell to my waist and slowly rose the length of my torso, stopping as they met mine. “And, to clarify, I said I wasn’t into violence and that I didn’t have sadistic tendencies. But, our opinions of what’s sadistic may differ. I’ve taken a long look at myself, and I’m a sadist, by definition. I obtain satisfaction from not only being in charge, but from watching my partner suffer. Mentally suffer.”

  I chuckled.

  He stared at me without an ounce of emotion.

  “Listen. I’m sure some women let guys fuck them because they feel obligated. I’ve told you before. But just in case you forgot. I like dick.” I assured him.

 

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