Sex is what I’m good at.
I’m better at giving sex, even more so than killing.
I was made to fuck.
And fucking is how I pass my time.
Lifting my chest up a fraction he pushes in harder, his rhythm picking up as his mouth reaches my nipple, and I now know why I wanted him so much. He knows what to do, he knows how to fuck. He’s good. Actually, the best, and he’s hardly touched me.
He sucks each nipple giving each one attention, all the while he never stops fucking me. His hands touch my body, sliding up and down it until he reaches both breasts and cups my tits then plays with my nipples individually.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen. A grown man going crazy over my body, a man as powerful as he is going wild over me.
He doesn’t stop, even when I feel my own orgasm building. Jasper removes his hands and slides them down to grip firmly on my hips. He holds them as he takes action, and starts to thrust hard, and when I say hard, I mean it.
I grip the sheets as it comes on, my mind going blank, my head going back and becoming lost in pure fucking bliss.
It isn’t long until he comes as well.
And when he does, he pulls out, throws the condom in the bin, and lays next to me.
Jasper Moretti fucks me better than any other man has ever fucked me, and I’m starting to like him. A lot. The excitement he just gave me from coming, instantly disappears at that thought. Dread fills me.
His phone starts right back up.
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Jasper
I knew there was a reason I wanted her so bad, I had to have her. Her body was made for mine. She catches her breath as she lies next to me, and not once did she touch me. For that, I am thankful. I’ve been with plenty of women where I was fucking them and they still touched me after I told them not to.
“That’s really annoying.” She turns on her stomach and leans up on her elbows as she looks at me. She nods her head to the phone. “Turn it off already.”
“I can’t.”
She chuckles and touches my stomach. Her fingers begin tracing my heritage tattoo.
“You can. You can take some time off and fuck me all night if you want. Doesn’t that sound like a better idea than answering that stupid phone?” Isadora’s lips purse together, and I want them back around my cock again. Tight. Sucking. Giving me everything. Just like she was before. My cock stirs and she looks at it.
“See, he agrees with me.” Isadora stands, naked. Her body taut and fit, her perfectly shaped breasts sit on her chest, and her brown hair sways as she walks over to the phone. Bending, she shows me her ass and the slit of her cunt as she reaches for it. She flicks a button and my phone powers down. I should be mad. But I smile as she stands up and turns to face me. “Now, isn’t that better?” she asks, with her hand on her hip. She walks until she reaches my legs, and pushes against them.
“Dance for me,” I tell her.
She steps back and throws her hands above her head and starts to swing her hips in a perfectly synchronized dance. Isadora closes her eyes as she does, and I imagine she’s dancing to her own beat in her head. When she opens them again, she stops, drops her hands back to her side and smiles at me. “Tell me you like me,” she says, stepping back between my legs.
I’m sitting up, assessing her. “I like you, Isadora. Isn’t that obvious considering where I am?” I tell her the truth.
“Will you tell me about her?” she asks. Leaning down she places her hands carefully on my chest. She then climbs up, straddles me, and smiles as she does so, positioning herself just above my hard cock.
“Who?” I ask reaching for her hips.
She goes down, touches just barely then uses those powerful legs and lifts back up. “Your mother, you mentioned her once. I’d like to know more.”
My answer is a simple, “No,” I reply, not mincing my words.
“Okay.” She pauses, ready to move, and before she can get off me I pull her back down, her mouth opens in a wide O shape as she sits on my dick.
The way her body moves over mine is a sight I will keep in my mind, even when she’s testing my every last nerve.
“You…” she breathes but it’s breathless, “… cheated,” she finishes.
I smile up at her. She hypnotized me and I like it. I like the way she makes me feel lost. And at the same time sane.
My life’s nothing but rules and death. It’s what I was brought up on. It’s like a menu for my life and it’s how I know I will die.