Justin grabbed my hips. “Harder, baby,” he said as he helped move my body up and down in a faster motion.
I stopped moving and asked him, “Bend me over?”
“Absolutely,” he said.
I climbed off the table, much like the first time we had sex. But before I bent over to have him fuck me doggy-style, I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as I began to move my mouth up and down on him.
I took him all the way into my mouth and was so glad I didn’t have a gag-reflex. I pulled back and brought my hands to him. I twisted my hand while I moved him in and out of my mouth. I had never loved giving head as much as I did then.
He grabbed my head, taking my hair in his hand and moving himself in and out of my mouth. My face felt hot. Then he stopped. “If we don’t stop, I might cum.”
I stood up and bent over the chair.
“I love your ass,” he said as he squeezed it.
He put the tip of himself inside of me and pulled it out. He did this a few times, and I wiggled my ass. I wanted to feel all of him so badly. He was driving me wild.
He pushed himself all the way inside of me and began to move in and out harder and harder. He leaned forward and put a hand on my clit and started rubbing it just as hard as he was fucking me. That was my undoing. I came hard and fast.
My body started convulsing on his dick. “I love when you cum,” he said just before he gripped my hips and started pounding me harder.
It felt so amazing, and I started to come again just as he found his release.
When we were done, we got dressed, and Justin kissed me gently on my lips.
“Thanks for that massage,” he said and then squeezed my ass.
I laughed. “You’re welcome.”
“Did I make you come a second time?”
“You always do,” I said. I still couldn’t believe how he was able to do that. I had never had multiple orgasms before, and now I was able to have them every single time. I was sure it had something to do with the chemistry between us.
He gave me a smile like I had just made his day, his week, his month.
“So I talked to my parents,” I said when we were finished fixing ourselves.
“Do you know when they will be here?” he asked.
“They said in a few days. But I was thinking next Monday night at 6:00 we could do the dinner with you and Margie?”
He smiled. “Sounds good to me. Do they know about her?”
“Yeah, I made sure to mention her. That might have been weird if I hadn’t and then you showed up with a little girl.”
Justin laughed. “Yeah, that would have been. We’ll be there. But will you do something for me?”
“What’s that?” I asked. wondering what he would ask.
“Will you come to my next fight? It’s on Friday night.”
I thought about it for a moment, and then I remembered how unusually packed my Friday was.
“I can’t. I’m so sorry. I have back to back clients that night. It usually doesn’t happen, but I’ve gotten quite popular lately.”
Justin held up his hand. “I understand completely. You don’t need to explain.”