Fall From Grace

Carson: God I want to fuck you.

Grace: I’m glad you are at least admitting it now.

Carson: Come over.

Grace: I can’t. I have babysitting duty in the morning.

Carson: I’ll make sure you are home by 6.

Grace: This is a bad idea.

Even though the slickness between my thighs is begging me to say something different.

Carson: I’ll come over there.

Grace: Are you crazy?

Carson: After tasting you and having my dick down your throat I want nothing more than to toss you into my bed and fuck you like we did a month ago. It’s happening. It’s your choice where it happens.

I squirm in my bed. Hell, I was just telling myself this is what I wanted. His cock so deep inside of me I will feel it for days.

So I bite the bullet.

Grace: This is just sex.

Carson: What else would it be?

Carson: But get your ass to my house as fast as you can. This monster dick is hard as fuck just thinking about you riding it.

Grace: I thought you were gonna toss me onto your bed and fuck me from behind.

Carson: You think I can only last one round? Baby, I plan on fucking you senseless all night. I’ve been hard since this afternoon and I need that ass, so leave now.

I smirk at my phone. I could dillydally and make him wait but the ache between my own thighs is enough for me to quickly find some sexy lingerie and toss a large sweatshirt over it and fly out the door within minutes.