“You’re just going to sit there and watch me?”
“God, yes. If you let me.”
She took a deep breath and unhooked her bra, holding on to each breast to prevent the bra from falling to the floor. “Okay. You ready?”
She was so nervous. I started wondering if I was doing the right thing. God knew I wanted her more than a race car wanted fuel, but I wanted her to feel good about it.
“More than ready.” She let go of her bra and let it fall, brazenly holding my eyes as she did so. Her lips curled up just a bit as my mouth dropped open.
Not being able to stand the added strain, I reached down and unzipped my pants, allowing my big guy some extra breathing room. Her tits were fucking magnificent. They may not have stood up like perky small tits or those fake tits, but they looked soft and welcoming. Her nipples were huge and pink. I could see them hardening right before my eyes. “Fuck, Faith. You should never wear a shirt again.”
Her happy giggle rang in my ears as I leapt off the bed to take one into my mouth. That drew a moan from both of us. Testing her boundaries, I sucked hard, earning me a gasp of surprise. When I bit down on her other nipple, she jumped a little but pulled my head back to her, silently demanding more. I think I was right about my sex kitten. She was hot for me and wanted everything that I had to give her.
My hands went to the button of her jeans the same time as her hands went to the belt loops in my pants. We laughed together and I let her divest me of my pants first. When it was my turn, she went quiet on me again.
“Joe.”
“What, sweetheart?”
“I have stretch marks.”
“Do they hurt you?” My mind was so far gone that I wasn’t sure what she was telling me.
“No, but they’re ugly.” Ahh, it was her insecurity again. Should I tell her that I could already see her extra pounds creating extra softness at the waistband of her jeans? Fuck, I loved that. She was so supple, and I didn’t have to worry that she’d break if I fucked…made love to her too hard.
“Faith, there’s nothing I could find ugly about you.” I didn’t say anything about noticing her extra weight, but I gently squeezed her hips right above her jeans. “Jesus, you’re so soft. I can’t wait to get my lips on every inch of your skin.”
The heat in her eyes couldn’t be faked. She was as ready for me as I was for her. “Stop thinking, and let yourself feel.”
I guided her jeans down her legs and let her step out of them, leaving her in a pair of Eeyore panties and nothing else. “Eeyore? I think he’s my new favorite character.” I placed a kiss on her rounded belly as I went to my knees and pulled her pussy into my face. One gentle nip through the cotton, right on her core, was all I gave her before I pulled her panties down with my teeth.
“Should I take these off too?” I had my thumbs in the elastic of my low-rise briefs, waiting for her nod of approval. Once again, she surprised me by batting my hands away and then taking control.
“Let me.”
With shaking hands, she gently pulled the elastic, freeing my erection, before pushing my briefs down far enough for them to fall to the ground on their own. When she knelt before me, I lost all logical thought. “Faith?”
“Is this okay?” She took my cock in her hand, causing me to buck into her, hitting her lips.
“Aw, fuck.”
Her tongue flicked out and caught the drop of moisture that was already beading on the tip. “Is it? Okay?”
Had she never done this before? “There’s nothing you can do that wouldn’t be okay. Haven’t you ever…?”
Her face was flushed with a combination of embarrassment and excitement as she looked up at me, shaking her head.
“You don’t have to. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.” Oh, I was such a pathetic, fucking liar. I wanted her big, rosy lips surrounding my cock in the worst way.
“I want to. I really do.” With that said, she slowly licked my cock from base to tip, causing me to jerk into her again. She pulled back, alarmed. “Is that wrong?”
I barely had the oxygen to answer her. I’d been holding my breath too long. “Christ! No. It’s perfect. Do it again…please.” I couldn’t help the hand that went to the back of her head. She didn’t look like she minded. Actually, she seemed to like the direction. When she slid her lips around my cock and took it into her hot mouth for the first time, I almost lost it. My back arched, and she sucked me in farther.
Fuck me. I’ll never make it through this. “Faith.” Nothing. She was still sucking me in and out. I could already feel my spine tingling—not good. “Ah God, Faith. You have to stop. It’s too good.”
Instead of stopping, she put a hand on my balls and lightly squeezed them, driving me ever closer to the edge. Shit. My balls are tightening. I tried to push her head back to stop her. Admittedly, it was a pathetic push. My mind was warring with my dick and my dick was winning, as usual. I’d give her one more warning.
“God, Faith. You have to stop. You’re going to make me come.” And what did she do? She looked up at me with those baby blues and smiled.
“Do it. I want you to.”
“Ah fuck. Are you sure?” She didn’t answer me, just gave me a long, slow suck. I gently cupped the back of her head and showed her how I liked it. She got the perfect steady movement going, and I started panting.
“Yes. Oh God. That’s it.” My legs were trembling with my effort to stave off my orgasm. “Fuck. Faith, I’m going to come.”
I’m not sure I’d ever groaned as loud or as long as I did when I felt my cum squirt down her throat. I tried to watch her reaction, but with the next spasm, I threw my head back and roared with satisfaction. Jet after jet of cum left me, and Faith took it all.
When I could, I looked back down at her to see her gently licking my cock clean of every last drop. If I had had my phone in reach, I would have taken a picture of her like that. It was easily the most erotic scene I’d ever had the pleasure to witness.
Faith
When I felt Joe’s hot cum hit the back of my throat, I immediately wanted more. To be honest, it didn’t taste very good, but it was so sexy. I made him lose his cool. The way he gripped my head was possessive and demanding. I loved it.
The only other time I’d done that wasn’t anything like taking Joe into my mouth. I tried some things with Steve, other than intercourse. The one time I did suck on him, he was too rough. He thrust deep into my mouth a few times, pulled his cock out, and jerked off onto my face. I could even see how that could be exciting, but not after a few thrusts and no attention for me.
With Joe, I was already hot and panting. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to taste his essence, but now, I was throbbing with need. I looked up at Joe with a cat-with-the-canary grin.
He smiled back at me, his breath still uneven. “Your turn.” He lifted me up and laid me back onto the bed.
I know he would have taken his time with me. He would have spent an hour making me feel good, but almost as soon as he got me up on that bed and spread his fingers through my wetness, I went off like a rocket.
I tried making him slow down. “Joe, wait.” My panting had his cock stiffening again. My hands pushed against his, but when his lips latched on to my breast, all thought fled. All I could feel was an insistent throbbing that would not be denied. Instead of fighting it, I ran toward it in my mind.
Every fiber of my being was focused on each and every delightful feeling Joe was wringing from my body. The swirl of his tongue on my skin formed hot, wet paths all over me, creating incredible sensations that left me arching to get closer to the source. Closer to Joe.
“Joe.” It seemed like the only word I could get out. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted. Did I want him to stop? Did I want more? Did I want him to slide that delicious cock inside and fuck me until I burst apart into a bunch of tiny pieces?
“Shh. Relax, sweets.” His lips covered mine as I continued to move beneath him, involuntarily pushing my hips
up to get more contact with his magic fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. Feel me.”
He thrust a finger into me, and I came, my muscles clamping down on him.
“Good girl. Ride my fingers. Take what you need.” He stuck another one inside as I was still convulsing around the first.
“Ahh, yes!” I loved it, but what I really wanted was his cock. I wanted to feel him lose control as he thrust into me again and again. And I wanted it now.
“Joe. Please.” I turned and reached for him to see that he was already hard again.
I’m not sure where the confidence came from, but I grabbed his arms, trying to pull him over me. He let me and kissed me long and hard as he covered my body. His cock was resting on my clit, which was still supersensitive. It was riveting.
He rocked against me a few times, and then, without another word, he reached down and carefully guided himself to the place I wanted him most. He took his time. He went in inch by inch, until with one final thrust, he was buried deep inside me, as far as he could go.
We moaned in unison. “Ah God.” I’m not sure who said it, but as he began to move, I didn’t care. There was only the movement of our bodies—the give and take of his hard cock and my throbbing pussy.
It vaguely registered in my mind that he didn’t have a condom on, but my brain pushed that thought aside as his movements became more intense and quicker.
“You feel so good, Faith. You’re incredible. I’ll never get enough of you.” He gave a long hard stroke and stopped, taking the time to kiss my eyes, nose, and then lips again.
His hand snaked down to rub against my clit. I was shocked at how close to another orgasm I was. It was almost embarrassing. When my pussy pulsed as he continued to play with my clit while pumping his hips against me, I saw him smile. “You’re close again, aren’t you?”
I didn’t answer. I just rocked my hips faster to get the friction I so desperately needed. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Let yourself fly.”
“More, Joe.”
“You want this?” He sat up on his knees and hooked my knees with his elbows, pushing me back, spreading me wider.
I was about to protest, feeling vulnerable spread so wide before him, when he thrust in even deeper than before—and holy hell. “Yes!” I was lost in him again.
He moved over me, faster and faster, listening to my body. “Please, Joe. More.” I needed him to pound me. I wanted my head to hit the back of the bed just like Jason’s girlfriend’s had all those years ago.
“Anything. Tell me what you want.”
“Harder. Faster!”
He gave me exactly what I wanted and when I came again, calling out his name, he went completely still. “Joe?”
“Shit. Don’t move.”
I tried to shimmy out from beneath him. “What’s wrong?”
His arm clamped down on my belly like a vise, holding me in place. “Stop.”
Then it hit me. No condom. “Oh God! Crap. I’m sorry, Joe. I wasn’t thinking.” An awful thought hit me, and it must have been written all over my face. He’d been with God knew how many women. How could I forget that and endanger myself so carelessly?
“Never, Faith. I would never put you in danger. I’m one hundred percent clean. My last test results just came back a few days ago, and I haven’t been with anyone else. Would you believe this is the first time I’ve ever had sex without a condom?” He laughed as if he couldn’t believe it himself. With a bit of his control back, he pumped his hips again. “Christ, you feel so great.”
I bucked my hips back up into him. I knew something he didn’t, you see. I’d been on the pill for years for medical reasons. Maybe part of me wanted to see how lost he could get if I put my mind to it, but that wasn’t fair. I had to tell him it was okay, because I really wanted him to come inside me.
Reaching up, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled his head to my breast, moving my hips slowly to take his cock in deeper and then pushing him all but out of my pussy before rocking my hips forward again.
“Faith. I can’t take much more.”
“Just a little bit longer. A little bit more.” I dug out my inner sex kitten, as Joe called it, and whispered in his ear, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill, so fuck me hard, Joe.”
And with a guttural groan, he did exactly what I told him to do, coming hard in mere seconds before collapsing, thanking me repeatedly.
Joe
What an in-fucking-credible first time. The absolute best. Faith was so much more woman than even I suspected. Her body made mine sing. I wanted to stay in bed with her for the rest of the night and see how many ways I could fuck her and make her come.
I was still lying on top of Faith, my cock softening still buried in her warmth, but I simply didn’t want to get up. “I don’t want to move for the next week at least,” I mumbled into her ear.
Her hands skimmed over my back, leaving tingles in their wake. Talking in a quiet voice, she asked, “Was it honestly good for you? I don’t have a lot of experience.”
I was taken aback that she could ask that after I came twice in the span of about fifteen minutes. Pushing back on my arms but leaving my now much smaller cock hanging in there, I looked her in the eyes. “Are you even serious? God. That was incredible. Possibly the best sex I’ve ever had.”
That pulled a snort of disbelief from her as she struggled to get out from under me, averting her eyes as she did. “Don’t insult my intelligence. I know you’ve been with tons of women, and I hardly know what I’m doing.”
I stopped her exit by pretty much jumping on top of her again, holding her down with my body. “Hey.” She didn’t try to push me off but turned her head to glance out the window. Just as quickly, I turned her head back and made her look at me. “I’ll never lie to you. Part of the reason it was so good for me was because I knew you were doing everything to please me. Don’t you know how hot that is? Jesus. When you put your lips on my cock, I thought I was going to embarrass myself and come that second. It took every bit of will I had to last the whole next sixty seconds I did. And for the record, that’s still embarrassing.” I’m glad she didn’t know any better. I’ve been known to go all night, but not with Faith.
Her lips turned up into an uncertain smile. “Really? It was okay?”
“No. Absolutely not. It was not okay. It was fucking fantastic. Incredible. Over-the-top, insanely extraordinary. And I can’t wait to do it again.” Just to prove my point, my big guy stirred against her thigh. I let my hand wander down to cup her sex as my tongue found its way to her nipples again.
“Joe—you don’t have to…”
“Shut up,” I said with my mouth full of tit. To make sure she clamped her mouth shut, I sucked hard on her already sensitive nipple, scattering her thoughts.
“Oh my God.” I wasn’t actually sure if she would like it that hard, but it appeared she did. My fingers were working their usual magic down yonder, and my cock was growing harder. I didn’t think I had another round left in me, but I was more than willing to take Faith over the edge again. It almost wasn’t fair how women could come multiple times when I was good for only three or four tops in a twenty-four-hour period, but three in a thirty-minute period? I don’t think so.
When her breathing became shallow and her eyelids closed, I inserted two fingers into her sex-swollen opening and put my thumb on her clit. It only took her another thirty seconds to come apart in my arms again. What a treat for me that Faith was so open to the pleasures of her body.
“This could be my best day ever, I think.”
I laughed into her flushed face. “That’s just the orgasms talking.”
She laughed back as she agreed with me. “Maybe.”
Stretching her arms above her head, she rolled to her side. “Holy crap! Oh my God, we’re going to be late.” She pointed to the clock, which showed that we still had half an hour before we had to leave, by my estimation.
“We don’t have to leave for a half hour, do we?”
“Y
ou don’t understand. If we’re not early, we’re late! Close your eyes so I can get up.”
She had to be joking. “Hell, no. I still haven’t gotten a good look at you in all your glory. You keep distracting me.”
“Joe, roll over.”
“No.”
She tried to get angry with me, but it didn’t work. Typical of Faith, as I was finding out, when she felt pushed up against a wall, her pride came out in force. So, with her chin held high, she slowly got out of bed, stretch marks and all—which were hardly noticeable, by the way—and walked into the bathroom, even giving her ass a slap before she closed the door.
“Don’t tempt me, Faith!” I yelled at the closed bathroom door, a grin on my satisfied face. I picked up my own clothes and used her guest bathroom to clean myself up.
Chapter 24
We arrived at the Grahams’ house ten minutes early, which apparently wasn’t early enough if Faith’s nervous twisting of her hands was any indication. I reached over and grabbed her hands to still them.
“Faith. It’s okay. Everything’s going to be fine.”
“Uh-huh. Did I mention that my daddy knows all about you?”
Okay. That was potentially problematic. “What?”
“Yeah. I told him everything. How we met, what you really do—everything.”
“And you didn’t think to mention this to me a little sooner? He’s going to kill me!” And rightly so. If a professional escort came sniffing around my daughter, I’d skin him alive. Most male escorts I knew fucked as many women as they could and then collected their fee, not caring about anything else. I mean, seriously. They’d fuck every date. Well, damn. I’m describing myself. Shit.
“He’s the one who convinced me to give you a chance.” She looked at me and lifted our hands. “I think we can do this. Let’s go.”
Well, how about that turn of events? She was usually the nervous one, and now I’m ready to shit my drawers.
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