First Comes Love

“Oh, God, I want it” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips are slightly parted, an expression of anxiety on her face. I feel the fucking gears inside my head starting to turn as I try to decode her words.

She raises her hips slightly, angling my cock so that the tip of my cock is rubbing against her pussy lips. With each passing second, I feel all that restraint start to fade away. “This feels so good,” she continues to rub my tip against her pussy, moving it up and down with slow teasing movements. I can feel desire fucking pulsing through me, my cock straining against the grip she has on it. “So good…”

“It does feel good,” I agree with a groan, closing my eyes as I feel her drenched folds running up and down the length of my shaft. She’s just stroking me with her pussy, and it feels completely amazing - I can’t even begin to imagine how it’d feel to be inside of her right now.

“Why don’t you… do it…?” She asks me, almost as if she was expecting me to thrust anytime soon.

“I… Fuck, Megan. I want it. I want it more than anything else. But I want you to think long and hard about it… If it happens, I want you to be sure that it’s what you really want,” I tell her, and then reach for her pussy with my hand, giving her no time for a reply.

I press two fingers over her clit and start rubbing on it as she pulls her pussy back from my cock. Matching the rhythm of my fingers, she grabs my shaft by the root and strokes me hard, her grip so tight that I can’t help but close my eyes and imagine that I’m ravaging her pussy right now. I move my hips up unconsciously, thrusting into her hand, and I let that maddening pressure start to grow on the pit of my stomach.

At the same time, I let my fingers work on her clit at a growing erratic pace. I feel her muscles tensing up and I open my eyes to look at her. She has her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, and there’s an expression of pure bliss on her face. It’s almost as if she’s glowing from the pleasure rushing through her body.

“Come for me, Megan,” I tell her, grabbing her ass with my free hand and allowing my index finger to wander over to her ass hole. I don’t even need to slide it in - the moment I press against it, it’s as if I’ve unleashed a firestorm inside of her. She arches her back and screams, the sound of her voice making that pressure inside of me growing to the point I know I can no longer control myself.

I wait until her orgasm subsides and then I force her to roll to the side. She lays back on the mattress and I sit up as fast as I can, kneeling between her spreads legs. She takes both her hands to my cock and resumes her stroking motion, this time doing it even faster.

I don’t even last a second.

Gritting my teeth, I let a violent orgasm explode inside of me, my cock pulsing violently against her fingers.

In a heartbeat, I’m gushing a torrent over her body, each spasm of my member sending electric waves of pleasure up my spine, every single muscle in my body tensing up to the point of ripping themselves apart. It’s almost unbearable.

“Fuck…” I mutter through my gritted teeth, fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I keep cumming for what seems like forever, thick strands of semen dripping onto her pussy and coating it in white

Sighing, she waits for my cock’s spasms to subside, and she finally lets go of my shaft. She gets out from underneath me and goes up to her knees; she leans forward, her parted lips meeting my now sensitive tip. She takes it in her mouth and sucks hungrily, moving her lips down my shaft and cleaning it up. As she moves back, my cock pops out of her mouth; she grabs it gently, tilts her head sideways and starts licking the whole length of my shaft before finally scooping up all the cum that pooled at the base.

I lay back as she licks me dry, still trying to catch my fucking breath. I say nothing - fuck, I can’t even think straight right now, pleasure still coating my mind. Megan goes to my side as she finishes, one arm across my chest as she inches closer to me. I turn to her, and she loses no fucking time - she presses her mouth against mine, the salty flavor of my semen hitting me immediately.

We kiss as if there was nothing else in the whole fucking universe but us, the cum in her mouth dripping into mine as our tongues wrestle against one another. When she pulls back, there are a few drops of cum on my chin, making their way down my jawline; smiling, she scoops them up with the tip of her tongue.

“I’m not the only one in need of some cleaning up,” I whisper, my heart still beating as if a high voltage current was running through. With my hands on her waist, I turn her around and pull her into me; she doesn’t take long to realize what I intend to do and climbs on top of me, easing herself down on my mouth. Swaying her hips, she rubs her drenched pussy and inner thighs against my lips, cum dripping down from her folds and into my open mouth. I came so much that it’s dripped down in rivulets and I open my mouth as wide as I can, feeling my warm semen sliding from inside of her and down to my tongue.

We remain like that until her pussy is dry, my mouth brimming with cum. Only then does she roll to the side, looking at me with anxious eyes. I know what she fucking wants, and so I just go ahead and fucking do it. I swallow, the saltiness of my load fucking clawing at my throat on the way down.

Megan… This woman drives me fucking insane, that’s a fact. Everytime I’m with her is like fucking Christmas.

Throwing herself back on top of the mattress, she presses her body against mine. We say nothing for a long fucking while, simply staring at the ceiling as we hear our own ragged breathing, exhaustion lacing our bodies.

Then, hesitant, I feel her reaching for my hand. She grabs it, gently squeezing my fingers, and I squeeze back. We remain in silence, the long shadows in the room tumbling over our bodies as if they were trying to caress our naked skin.

You know, I’m the last person you’d be able to call a romantic. In fact, whenever I hear the word ‘romance’, I feel sick to my stomach. It’s just not my thing. But right now, being here with Megan, our bodies close together… It’s fucking perfect.

“You’re special, Megan…” I finally manage to say, the words coming out of my mouth as if I wanted to say them all along. “You’re really special… I’ve never felt like this before.” She responds by squeezing my hand harder and I smile absently, knowing that for once I did the right fucking thing.

I wanted to fuck her, to ravage her body as hard as humanly possible… But I held off. If that happens - when that happens - I want it to be special. I don’t want it to happen in the heat of the moment.

I want it to be… real.

Maya

The guy from legal is droning on and on and on, and I feel like I’m about to lose my mind. There’s a reason I’m no legal expert. I produce entertainment. I don’t give a fuck about the laws behind it.

Except that right now I kind of do. At least as far as they pertain to what I have in mind.

“Here you go, Maya,” he says, handing me a stack of papers that look like a contract and pointing out a section he’s highlighted. I scan it quickly, but it doesn’t make much sense.

“Translation?”