“You come every day?”
“Yes, don’t you?”
“Um no.”
Once in my room, he seemed uneasy, like he wasn’t sure how to proceed. I stepped in close to him and undid his belt, his button, his fly.
I slipped my hand down inside his undies and grasped his soft cock.
“Ahhh,” he exclaimed as I began to stroke it. I pushed his pants down with my other hand, then his undies, sat down on the side of the bed and took his cock in my mouth.
Last night, via Viber, he had told me “suck me from soft on your knees then let me fuck your mouth until I come down your pretty throat”. So, when he messaged me at work today, I knew this was what he wanted.
I was sucking him hard, jerking him gently with my hand with my mouth closed tightly over his swollen head.
“Oh, you’re in trouble. Shit, Jesus, you’re naughty.”
He reached down and tried to pull up my tightly fitted skirt so he could rub my pussy underneath.
“No, no, oh my god no!” I said pushing his hands away. I suddenly remembered I had my giant Spandex underwear on, flesh coloured and stretching from under my butt cheeks to under my bra. It was such a cliché Bridget Jones moment but I made him turnaround while I pulled them off. He just laughed.
Once de-grannyfied, I let him turn around. He bent me over the bed, my feet placed flat on the carpet, my arms supporting my weight sank into the doona.
“I’m going to fuck you until you come. I’m going to make you come hard.”
He rubbed the head of his hard cock against my lips, then gently slid himself inside me.
“Ah, that’s right. You like that hard cock inside you, don’t you?”
I could only moan. The unexpectedness of this lunchtime fuck session, him obviously being in such a state, but still taking the time to make sure I came, it was such a turn on. I was wet.
He began to thrust into me, rhythmically, building up speed, talking the whole while.
“Oh, you’ve got a tight little pussy, don’t you? I can feel how you tight your pussy is.
“Uh huh, you like that? You like the way my cock feels?
“Oh, there you go. There you go, I can feel your pussy clenching. That’s right. I’m going to make you come.”
It felt so good – a combination of his cock and his words. I love that aural stimulation. He could feel that I was close. He adjusted his rhythm to reflect my own change in energy.
My pussy was clenching and releasing, and I could feel his cock respond.
“Ah, god yes, I can feel your pussy. So tight, you have such a tight pussy.”
I came hard, grasping at the doona cover, my face pushed into the bed, my arse in the air as he pounded me from behind. Later I asked Harvey to describe my coming:
“Your orgasm slowly built itself up. I could feel your pussy slowly and methodically pulse and grip around my cock. When I knew I found your spot, I concentrated on angling my cock in the perfect position to make sure you came really hard. You grabbed your sheets and eventually gave in and gripped my cock tightly and pushed back into me until every last ounce of cum came out of you.”
As my orgasm subsided, I told him I wanted him to come.
“After I pee,” he said.
“What?”
“I need to pee.”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“No, I need to pee,” and with that he walked into my bathroom.
“Fuck. You know how to frustrate a girl.”
Looking down I could see my own cum clinging to my pussy lips, white and glistening.
Bladder emptied, Harvey lay down across my bed, his legs bent at the knees, his feet on the carpet.
I leaned over him and set my legs either side of his. My hips still hadn’t forgiven me for last Saturday night and our sex-a-thon but there was nothing for it. I needed to stretch those hip flexors out at some point, it might as well be while I had a hard cock inside me.
I began to ride him, sinking down onto his hard cock.
“Ah there you go, that’s it, take my cock in deep. Uh huh, yep like that.”
It was so incredibly hot listening to him commentate our fucking. We looked into each other’s eyes and braced ourselves against each other’s shoulders.
“I want to make you come,” I told him.
“Uh huh, and I will in this tight pussy.”
I rode him harder, telling him all the while how much I wanted him to fill my tight little cunt with cum. It’s the word “cunt” that does it. Every. Single. Time.
“I’ve lost control, I’m going to come.”
“Come, come Harvey. Come inside me. Now! Come inside me. I want to feel it.”
His orgasm was subtle compared to the rest of his fucking. A narrowing of the eyes, a quickness of breath, but otherwise quiet. He liked to maintain eye contact throughout.
“Jesus, shit, Jesus. Oh, Jesus, you’re in trouble.”
So. Much. Trouble.
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