by Scott, Lucy
It's fall in New York, the light over Manhattan is brilliant. We have a co-op downtown and are but a cab ride away from the best of everything in the world. Caleb and Kathy are coming to visit next week, but right now I'm concentrating on Mick's flaccid cock, sucking it gently and stroking. We have a date to make love every Sunday morning, it's our spiritual celebration, not that we don't fuck whenever, through-out the week, it's just that Sunday morning is ineffaceable. I love feeling his cock grow in my mouth, the way he moves his hips and runs his fingers through my hair. I am Mick's bad girl and will do anything he asks, short of letting him fuck Deana again. He can have Ava, Kathy, and Mrs. Rubble whenever he wants, but not Deana. It's my rule number twelve. As soon as he is hard, I mount him, loving my Sunday morning ride as he urges me to recount stories of all the men I have fucked. This makes him want me all the more, listening to vivid portrayals of other men's hands and cocks as they fucked me, he especially loves my retelling of the Waclaw fuck, or little details of me with Kathy.
I ride him and he pushes up and into me, and sometimes we pause, waiting to see who will move first, giving into their lust and want of the other, who will begin the lubricious movement of a man entangled with a woman. "Aha, you moved." He grabs my hips and I grind round his cock in slow, circular motion, taking our time, making it last, until Mick says, "Oh god, Molly, I can't hold back, daddy is going to come so hard."
"Give it to me, daddy!" I demand and twist his nipples hard, as he rams his cock up in powerful thrusts that go to the core of me. I feel his sperm travelling up his stiff shaft and arch my back and cry, "Yes, god yes, daddy, your baby is coming."
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