I’m sure there was no residue left on the door handle of their bedroom door, which is where I’d wiped the little gift I left them. I should’ve taped that shit. From what I heard, that shit is nasty, and it pretty much rots you from the inside out in two days flat.
I turned off the TV, leaving my media room in complete darkness as I finished the celebratory glass of cognac I’d been enjoying with the broadcast before going up to bed where my woman was sound asleep.
Epilogue
Damien
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She had her head towards my feet with my cock in her hand stroking one minute sucking it the next, while I laid behind her with my head between her thighs eating her out from behind.
Her ass was on slow-motion today, and I guess she forgot that my dick has a limit, the way she was just lazily playing with him, slow as molasses. I think she thinks I have all day to play with her, too, like I don’t have a business to run.
I was just listening for my cue, for a change in her breathing, or for her to growl out an order at me like a drill sergeant because I’m just here to please her, to feed her hungry snatch whenever she gets an itch. And her pregnant ass is always on the prowl for dick.
I’m not really mad though, I like this new thing of hers, but when I get a chance I’m throwing out every last one of these books she has around here. The fuck is tantric sex? And who the hell taught her about it? She damn sure didn’t learn it from me. I wouldn’t torture my damn self like this.
“Michele!” I lifted my head out of her snatch long enough to snap out her name. She’s been fucking with me for the last half hour. Sucking my cock damn near to completion, then pulling off and letting him rest before taking him in her hand. “Hmm?” You see this shit? She sounded like she was about to fall asleep.
“What’re we doing here? My mouth is about to go numb, and if I eat your pussy any longer, the shit’s gonna shrivel up and die.” How much fucking cunt juice can one woman have? Her pregnant ass stay torturing me with her shit.
She snorted and went back to licking my cockhead as slow as a fucking sloth. “You can take it, just a little bit more.”
“I wanna fuck Michele, right fucking now.” I barely got those words out through my teeth; I was gritting them so hard. There were knots in my gut from holding it in so hard so as not to cum too soon because the drill sergeant would make us start all over again.
Since when did I give this chick control of my life? “Okay, it’s time, but don’t forget, you can’t cum for at least another hour.” She’s outta her fucking mind. She knows damn good, and well that as soon as my boy dips inside her hot pregnant pussy, he’s ready to go off.
“I thought the foreplay was the deal, and once we get going, I can just let loose. I’m not fucking your pregnant ass for an hour; my kid might take offense to that shit.”
“Damien!”
“What?” The fuck is up her ass now?
“I keep telling you; the baby can’t see you in there. Didn’t you take anatomy or biology in school?”
“I was absent those days. Let me ask you this then. Where does my cock usually end up when I fuck you? Isn’t it in your belly? And where is my kid right now?” She can’t contest my logic, so she huffed and gave me the stink eye.
“You win.”
“I win? You’ve come about six times since we started this shit, how many have I? Not one, I think some chick made this shit up to fuck with her husband’s head.”
“It’s thousands of years old.”
“So, you people were around then too.”
“Let go of my dick; he’s had enough of this shit. How do you want it?” Greedy ass, I should leave her hanging though the thought of cumming in a towel did not sound very appealing.
“I’m not moving; you figure it out.” Her miserable ass! I eased my cock from her hand and turned myself around, getting to my knees behind her, as she laid prone on her side with one knee bent.
My poor dick was leaking precum like a faucet, and my balls were about to explode as I eased up behind her and found that sweet pink opening that was the gate to paradise, mine anyway.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy and relief as soon as I had my whole length inside her. An hour my ass, she’d be lucky if I last a minute. I started counting strokes at three and barely reached fifteen before I felt the telltale tingle in my nuts.