Thick

Chapter Eight

Bull

It’s late when I wake up and realize Teeny isn’t with me. We fell asleep on the couch earlier and I don’t remember her getting up.

After I made her some lunch I helped her fix some things around her apartment and clear away boxes. I made about a dozen trips to the trash, but every time I took a load down she would give me a kiss, so I kept finding reasons to go.

We ended up working until dinner and I asked her to come over to my place and let me cook for her. She only had a tiny TV and seemed excited to watch mine. And as much fun as I had on her couch earlier, mine is built for someone my size.

I made more bread and pasta with a cream sauce. I kept filling up her plate until she lay back in her chair and rubbed her belly. Then I made her dessert and made her eat again, and by the time we sat on the couch to watch a movie she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

We lay down on it with her in front of me facing the TV. I pulled a blanket around us and held her close and within seconds I could hear her soft snoring. At some point I must have dozed off, too, because now it’s the middle of the night and the only light in the room is from the TV.

“Bull?” I hear her soft voice and I look up to see her walking towards me.

She’s wearing my shirt and it looks like a sheet draped over her. She must have picked it up off the floor when I took it off last night. I can’t sleep with clothes on and I wanted to feel her against my chest.

Her bare legs are pale in the light and look like fresh milk. Her fingers are bunching up the material in the front slightly as she walks over to me.

“What is it, Teeny? Are you okay?”

She bites her bottom lip as her dark hair pools over one shoulder. “Will you kiss it?”

She pulls the hem of my shirt up to reveal her pretty bare pussy and all I can do is nod. I reach out and put my hand on the back of her thigh as I bring her closer to me.

“Come here,” I say, lifting her leg and rolling onto my back.

She holds onto my shirt as I grab her hips and settle her down on my mouth. Her pussy lips are soft and warm as I spread them with my tongue and rub against her clit. She’s already wet and rocking her hips back and forth.

“I woke up and wanted you so bad,” she whines when I slip a finger inside her. “My hand wasn’t enough.”

“You don’t need to do that anymore,” I say as I roll my tongue back and forth over her clit. “I’m right here for you, sweets.”

I move my finger in and out, and when I think she’s ready I give her another one. My cock drips onto my belly as she wiggles on top of me and I ache for release. I rub the sweet spot inside her and she cries out and falls forward, gripping the edge of the sofa. I don’t stop as I suck on her clit, and with just a few quick licks she cums right on my face.

I growl as her pussy coats my mouth and chin. My tongue is everywhere, trying not to miss a drop, and my cock is beyond painful.

“More!” she cries, moving her pussy against my tongue, and I can’t tell her no.

“My greedy girl,” I say as I flip her over and pull her ass to the edge of the sofa. I kneel in front of her.

I bury my face quickly between her legs as I shove my boxers down and pull out my cock. I’m going to have to cum before my cock breaks in half and I die a painful death.

“I can’t get enough of your tongue,” Teeny moans, spreading her legs wider.

Sliding two fingers back inside her I lube them up and then wrap my hand around my cock. I’m jerking it hard and fast and there’s cum already dripping from the tip. The sound of me eating her pussy and jacking my cock is filthy and wonderful.

“Bull?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but I hear it and look up into her eyes. “Let me watch.”

She’s so swollen and needy, but I have to take my mouth off of her pussy to let her see what I’m doing. So I sit back and rub her clit with my thumb while my other hand jacks off for her.

“Oh god,” she gasps, her eyes fixed on my hand moving up and down my length.