She stood up. “I’m tired of your games. This is my life, you know?”
She went to storm out of the room, but I quickly got up and caught her wrist. “Wait,” I said.
“What?” she snapped.
“I know this isn’t a damn game.”
“Then act like it.”
“You want me to act all fuckin’ depressed all the time? Well, I won’t.”
“I just want you to stop playing around.”
“I’ll do what I like, because I like teasing you. I like making that pussy wet. I like seeing you bite your lip when you’re picturing my big cock between your legs.”
“I don’t do that,” she said, and bit her lip.
It was almost too much. The girl was so damn fucking sexy and she didn’t even realize it.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. “You make me fucking harder than I’ve ever been.”
“Yeah, well,” she mumbled, “that doesn’t seem too difficult.”
“Might not be for you,” I whispered. “That pussy drives me crazy. I keep thinking about making you come over and over, the way you suck my cock, how tight your cunt is. You’re fucking sexy and you barely realize it.”
“What does this have to do with anything?” she whispered.
“You just don’t get it,” I said.
And then I kissed her hard, pressing my mouth against hers, pulling her body tight against mine.
At first I thought she might resist. But quickly she melted into my embrace, kissing me back passionately. Our tongues touched as my hands began to roam her body.
I pulled off her shirt, pressing her back toward the couch. I tossed the shirt away and then unhooked her bra. She let it slip off and I tossed it aside. She began to work at my belt, but I pushed her over onto the couch.
She landed and laughed as I knelt down in front of her, kissing her neck, her breasts. She moaned as I began to slide her shorts off.
Black panties. Soaked through, of course. I pressed my fingers down the front of them, kissing her body, and began to tease her clit. She was willing and ready as always, her cunt fucking soaked. She pretended like she didn’t want it, but her body couldn’t lie.
I saw right through her. I saw the truth. She wanted my cock as much as I wanted to give it to her. But right now, I wanted to soften her up. I quickly tugged her panties down off her body and pressed my mouth against her swollen clit.
“Oh fuck, Ford,” she said. “God, you’re good at that.”
“Only the best for you,” I said as I began to tongue her clit, soft in circles. She wiggled her hips, and I pressed a finger deep inside her pussy, teasing her with it while I licked at her clit.
She pressed her hands against my head as I kept working her, sucking her clit, eating her pussy. I wanted to drive her crazy, to make her come, to make her scream my name. I was starving for her body and had been thinking about it since the second I’d left.
I continued to suck and lick at her clit, my finger fucking her pussy. I reached up with my free hand and teased her nipples as I kept working her.
She began to move her hips faster, and I knew I had her close. I pumped my fingers deeper, pressing more inside her, and continued to lap and suck and lick at her clit, working her pussy. She pressed my head down harder, moaning loudly, completely lost in the moment.
I wanted to make her come, wanted to taste her cum. I kept working her harder, faster, and soon I could feel her beginning to build toward it.
I fucked her faster with my fingers, working her pussy mercilessly.
“Oh my god, Ford,” she moaned. “Ford, keep going. I’m so close.”
I worked her, moving my tongue in circles, sucking and fucking her soaked cunt, my cock hard as fuck in my pants.
“Oh Ford, Ford, Ford,” she said over and over as she came.
I kept working her through the orgasm, tipping her over and pushing her through. Her whole body twitched as she came.
There was nothing I liked more than seeing her come. It was beyond sexy, and I loved the taste of her. Finally, she slowly finished, and I moved back, grinning at her.
“Still got complaints?” I asked.
She shook her head, panting.
“Come here.” I stood up, stepping back. “Kneel.”
She got down on the rug in front of me and unbuckled my belt. She pulled my jeans and my boxer briefs down, not bothering with any foreplay.
She started sucking my cock with wild abandon, her hands on my ass. She wasn’t waiting around. She clearly wanted to get right to it.
“That’s right,” I grunted. “Suck that cock. I want you to swallow my cum.”
She pulled back, jerking me off, not afraid to get it nice and messy. “I want you to come in my mouth, Ford,” she said.