Johnny Loves Krissy

by KyAnn Waters

  “Johnny,” she whispered and leaned back on the bed pillows.

  He barely touched her curls then sliced his tongue through the damp fold of her pussy. Hot cream trickled from her hole. Burrowing his lips between her petals, he lapped at her nectar. She moaned and arched off her bed, pressing her mound into his face. She tasted wild and exotic. Sweet ambrosia gathered on his tongue. He greedily licked and sucked her inner folds, drinking her down as he lashed her cunt.

  “Oh, feels good.” She twisted her hands into his hair, bucked her hips, and ground her cunt into his face. “Your mouth on my pussy.”

  He moaned, closed his eyes, and with rapid thrusts, darted his tongue in and out of her core. As he pulled her clit into his mouth, he breathed in her essence and savored her flavor. Closing his eyes, he tunneled into her hole, fucking her with his tongue. Her hips rocked against his mouth as her fingers clutched fistfuls of his hair.

  “Oh fuck, Johnny. I'm coming.” Shivers broke along her flesh. She clawed at her thighs, opening wider. Her legs trembled and her hips jerked. Johnny grasped her buttocks, thrust his tongue in and out of her cunt then sucked hard on her clit. Cream trickled from her slit. He coated his lips and tongue. Fuck, his cock ached he was so hard. She was so sweet and tangy. Her flavor was intoxicating.

  Krissy mewled and whimpered her pleasure. Convulsive spasms ripped through her. “Oh, yes!” she cried.

  Johnny lapped at her cream, consuming her, riding her orgasm with his mouth. She gasped and her muscles flexed. “Please, Johnny. My clit can't take any more.”

  “Come on, baby. Give me another one.” Refocusing on her face, he slid two fingers deep into her quaking channel. He closed his mouth over her clit and her thighs snapped to the side of his head. Her back bowed and her internal muscles contracted around his hand. Cream slicked his fingers. He licked, sucked, nibbled. A feral growl erupted from deep in his chest as she rode her second climax.

  Krissy's eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Trailing her hands over her stomach, she held her generous breasts in her hands, rolling the pouting nipples between her fingers.

  Johnny had been hesitant to kiss and suck her tits. “Aren't you sore anymore?”

  She gulped air, settling back into the pillows. “A little tender tonight.” She squeezed her breast and offered it to him. Johnny crawled over her body and latched his mouth to her erect nipple. He kissed, stroking his tongue over the hard peak. Then he pinched the tip like a ripe berry between his lips.

  He raised his gaze to hers. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and caressed the length. “I'll come if you keep that up.”

  “We don't need to worry about wasting your ejaculations anymore. You can come whenever you want.” Her thumb pressed against the slit in the head, drawing out a bead of moisture. “What do you want, Johnny? Tonight it's all about you.”

  She placed her hands on his cheeks and drew his mouth to hers. Their tongues swirled together. She nibbled his lower lips before pulling it into her mouth.

  Johnny's heart hammered in his chest. “You know what I want. But it's up to you. Your call.”

  She laughed and bit his jaw. “What is it with men? They all want to fuck women in the ass.”

  “I don't know about other men, but I only want your ass.” Johnny brushed her hair from her forehead. “Have you ever done it before?”

  He suspected she'd have told him if she had. She told him everything else. At least they'd never have the uncomfortable conversation regarding sexual history. She knew his secrets, too.

  “I've never had sex, just fingers.”

  Krissy had made jokes in the past about his sex life. A lover wasn't a keeper if they didn't like to get a little kinky. Hopefully, Krissy now realized the women in his past weren't keepers because they weren't the woman he loved. “I don't ever want us to be all about me, or all about you. What makes sex great between us is the connection.”

  Her smile tilted into a mischievous smirk “We need lubricant.”

  “You're sure. I don't want to hurt you.” He smiled, kissed her lips and then smiled at her again. “You say stop, and we're done.”

  “Top drawer.”

  He left her side and went to the dresser where he found a bottle of lubricant tucked in next to her eclectic assortment of panties. He went back to the bed, leaving the bottle within reach. His blood zinged through his veins. His cock had never been so eager. Krissy was a small woman. If he weren't careful, he could tear her up. But if he did it right, he'd make her fly apart.

  “Do you want me on all fours?” She smiled while sitting up, and then got on her hands and knees. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she wiggled her ass. The gecko tramp stamp appeared to crawl into the arch of her back.

  Damn, but she was cute. Her hair, tangled and messy from her last orgasm, fell over her shoulders. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her lips reddened from his kisses. It was all he could do to maintain. He wanted to possess her in every way, but he needed to give her another orgasm first.

  Kneeling behind her, he ran his hand over her smooth thigh. She stiffened. “Baby, you have to relax.” He palmed the curve of her firm buttocks then lowered his head, and buried his face in the split between her cheeks. First, he lapped at her pussy. She was hot, sweet, and wet. He sliced the blade of his tongue to the tight, wrinkled, center of her ass. She moaned, pressing into his mouth. His fingers dug into her hips, anchoring her.

  “Are you ready?” Johnny leaned over her back. The head of his cock poked at the opening of her cunt.

  “Changed your mind?” she asked, arching deeper. “Thought you wanted to tap this ass.”

  He laughed. “Feels too good to rush.” He penetrated slow and steady into her pussy. Sinking in and pulling out, he fanned the flames of her arousal. “Not to worry, I can last.” He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her wet vaginal walls sucking him deep. Smooth and hot, she pulsed around him.

  Rocking his hips in an increasing rhythm, he reached for the lubricant. Opening the lid, he squirted the thin, watery gel into his hand. She held herself rigid.

  “No, babe.” He rubbed her pale cheek with his other hand. “Don't tense up. Relax.”

  He let the gel drip from his fingers, watched it slide from the divot at the base of her tailbone, down her crack. He spread her cheeks and dragged his finger along the seam. She glanced over her shoulder when he circled the puckered hole with his fingertip. His finger went lower until he touched his shaft, and then cupped his balls, rolling them in his hand. Blood rushed into his cock making him harder and longer as he continued to piston into her.

  He moved his hand back to her crack. Placing his palm on the curve of her cheek, he pressed his thumb to her anus and massaged away the tension. “Are you scared?”

  “I trust you.”

  With his next thrust, he pushed his thumb an inch into her clenched sphincter.

  “Aye! Johnny! Make me come.”

  He chuckled, replacing his thumb with his middle finger. He fingerfucked her with the same tempo as his cock plunged into her pussy.

  Two fingers.

  Krissy cried out, working her hips to get harder, deeper penetration on his shaft. She trembled. He scissored his fingers. When her body began to spasm and clench, he gritted his teeth and growled. Damn, he'd hold on. Rhythmic contractions gloved his shaft in her hot wet sheath. Wave after wave milked his dick.

  Finally, her orgasm ebbed, and he took his fingers from her hole and replaced them with the smooth, ruddy head of his cock. The already taut muscles of her dark tunnel objected to the intrusion. Sliding in slowly, he fit just the head of his cock past the tight rim, giving her body time to adjust to his girth.

  The knob slipped in and Krissy gasped.

  “Take a breath, baby.”

  She released a shuddering exhale, and he pushed a fraction deeper. She whimpered and arched her back. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, but it fucking hurts. I feel l
ike I'm splitting in two.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” she said emphatically. “I want more.” She pressed back, attempting to impale herself on his shaft. “I want it all.” She cried out as the muscles loosened and his cock slid home.

  Johnny groaned. Her tight, hot tunnel gripped the length of his shaft. His balls tightened, pressed between them. He stilled and relished in the intense pressure.

  Krissy's breath came in heavy pants, echoing in the quiet room. His heart pounded in his ears. The smell of their sex fed his appetite. Wanting their play to be good for her to, he retracted a few inches then pressed forth slowly, allowing her muscles to accept him.

  He rounded over her, his clenched abdominals against her back, and held her close. “Better?”

  She nodded, breathing hard, accepting his entry. Her large, luscious breasts swayed and jiggled. He reached under her, cupping them with the nipple between his fingers. He barely backed his hips away and then surged forward.

  She screamed, arched and threw her head back. “Now!”

  Johnny straightened. He gripped her hips, used his thumbs to spread her cheeks and pumped his hips. The erotic visual of his cock, her ass, tangles of blonde hair, and the sexy tramp stamp caused emotions to swell in his chest. It seemed as if he'd loved her forever. Now they had forever. His grip tightened and his vision blurred. A violent climax built within him into a turbulent storm of pleasure and possession. Still he pounded into her quivering body. Her limbs trembled as he pulled out and slid in.

  “Oh hell, Johnny.” She thrashed in abandon, giving him all she had as another orgasm crashed into her hard. “It's happening again.” Her thighs vibrated. “Johnny!”

  He pumped faster. Flames of desire burned, heating his thighs and groin. Reaching between their bodies, he shoved three fingers into her pussy just when another spasm clenched her core. Krissy rode a wave of orgasms.

  Johnny became light headed. His balls tucked close, drawing up just before his shattering release. His rigid cock jerked while her body milked his erection. Scorching jets of cum shot from his shaft. Each pulsing spasm sent lightning into his balls. A feral growl rolled from his chest. He slid deep, and then stilled.

  “Johnny?”

  “Mmm.” He slowly slipped his dick from her body, reveling in the sensation of her sphincter taut around his erect shaft.

  He lay on his side and brought her into the circumference of his arms. Spooning their bodies, he kissed her head and stroked her soft, warm arm. The sheets were damp. The musky, intoxicating scent of their juices permeated the room. Her ass was wet and slick and a sheen of perspiration glistened on her naked skin.

  Johnny took a deep breath, and the beat of his heart slowed until his breathing pattern matched hers. He ran his hand softly along her arm until their fingers touched. She gripped his fingers, laced them with hers. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head.

  With a gentle coaxing, she turned to face him.

  “Something's wrong.” He wiped tears from her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

  Hypnotized by his eyes, Krissy never knew Johnny could look at her expressing such love and devotion. She tingled from the warmth of his body. She touched his lips, tracing the shape with her finger. She'd surrendered completely to his passion, drawn to a height of release she'd never experienced before. She sighed in sated exhaustion.

  “I love you,” she whispered. “The sweet, sappy, love that makes others around cringe with embarrassment. I can't stand near you and not touch. I want you to kiss me, hold me, because when I'm with you, the rest of the world simply fades away.” She wanted him in ways that both thrilled and frightened her. Unfamiliar yearnings blended with faith and trust in who they were as a couple. She swallowed the lump in her throat. They'd been in love, together, long before her epiphany.

  His eyes darkened with barely banked passion. Soft lips slowly descended to meet hers, brushing once, twice, then covered her mouth. Warmth seeped into her, flowing hot into her pussy, making her hungry for more. She drank his kiss, shivering with arousal when his tongue slipped past the barrier of her lips. Her emotions swirled, thoughts spun. She sucked his lower lip while he kissed her upper. Finally, she inched back and smiled.

  “I love you, too.”

  “So where do we go from here?” She rasped her fingertips over his stubble. “We need a plan.”

  “No plans.” His chuckle vibrated into her breasts. “We do better living on the fly.”

  She combed her fingers through his hair. “Different plans. Not for us, but we need to make decisions regarding our baby. He or she is going to need a home. This is a one bedroom and you live in a box.”

  He narrowed his eyes and cocked a brow. “Are you saying you're willing to move in with me?”

  She nearly burst with emotion. He had her heart, her love, and now she was ready to share her life. “Johnny, I want it all. Me, you, our baby, a home. You're my best friend, my lover, my life.” Krissy smiled. She was so completely in love with Johnny.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen