“Corrine, you can’t be afraid to use your body.”
“Huh?” I questioned as I looked back at him.
“If you have to, get all up on this table and then do it.” He chuckled. To hell with that, I said to myself. I took a deep breath when I felt his breath on my neck. “Sweetie, you’ve got to feel it in your bones,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re the one in control. Don’
t be afraid of the stick because it sure as hell ain’t afraid of you.”
That did it. I dropped the stick on the table and stepped away from him. He was making this too hard and that I Am King cologne he was wearing wasn’t helping either.
“Are you okay?” He smiled.
“I’m okay,” I lied. That smile was a sure sign that he realized what he was doing.
“Do you want me to get us another pitcher of beer?”
Hell naw! I was already staggering a little and didn’t need anything else to make me completely drunk.
I smiled. “I’m good, Preston.”
“Well, do you want to finish this game or what?”
“We can, since we have the table for twenty more minutes.”
I retrieved the pool stick and he anxiously stood behind me.
“Don’t put too much pressure on the stick,” he breathed in my ear.
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Let me help you.”
My body froze when he got all up on me. I wished he would’ve ordered that second pitcher of beer. The room was getting hot and I felt sweat building on my forehead and chest. He gave me a puzzled look when I dropped the stick on the table again. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I think we need to get out of here,” I said when I turned around to him.
“Oh really?” He smiled devilishly.
I stepped up to him and threw my tongue down his throat. Who was I fooling? I wanted that man. Moments later, we were out the door and inside his jet black Magnum, which fit his chiseled running back’s body to a tee. I couldn’t tell if the leather seats were hot because of the weather or from the steam building between my legs. He hurriedly hopped on the interstate with his hand stroking the inside of my thigh. I naughtily pushed it farther up and he fingered me until we made it to his house. We raced out of the car and he anxiously lifted me around his waist. No doubt, we were hungry for each other.
I felt him thrusting his hammer on me while fumbling with the key in the door. If any of his neighbors were out, they were receiving an eyeful. He finally managed to get the door open and kicked it shut when we were inside. The kissing and fondling were intense. We made it to his sofa and he plopped down on it with me still in his lap.
“You just don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he panted while pushing my shirt up and over my head.
I hushed him with my mouth. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and whipped out a treat that my candy jar just couldn’t resist. I lifted my skirt and hurriedly slid my panties to the side while he rolled on a Magnum condom. Within a matter of seconds, he was inside me. I matched his thrusts with my own. My vibrators and dildos had nothing on the real thing, especially his. He unbuttoned my bra, tossed it aside, and ravished my breasts like a hungry tiger. I threw my head back and enjoyed the moment. When he squeezed my ass, I raised his chin and disappeared under his neck.
“Damn, baby,” he moaned. When I lifted my head, my body tensed. He noticed. “What’s the matter?” he asked, never stopping his rhythm.
“N-nothing,” I stuttered, never stopping my rhythm either.
In fact, I was a little bit more turned on than I’d been before. Preston’s roommate had come out of his room and I watched him watching us. I should have informed Preston of his presence, but he gave me reason not to. I watched him whip out his third leg and then slowly and seductively knead it. I buried Preston’s face in my chest so that he couldn’t see his roommate watching us or me watching him.
“Ooooh, Corrine, this pussy is so wet,” he moaned into my chest.
If only he knew that his roommate had something to do with the extra secretions. My eyes remained fixated on the roommate while my geyser continued to gush out floods of juices I never knew it could hold. He was a stallion that I wanted to mount. He stood about six foot four with glossy, honeysuckle skin, a bald head, and sexy pecs that he revealed after removing his T-shirt. He was fine.
Preston gripped my waist to assist with my ride. I enjoyed it as well as the visual freak show I was viewing. I shook away thoughts of having him in my mouth while Preston was in my hot box trying to put out the fire, but looking at his roommate’s shaft, I wanted to do a switch-a-roo. After seeing what he was packing, he should’ve been the one driving that Magnum.
“Corrine, throw this pussy on me,” Preston moaned when he came up for air.