Page 164 of So This Is War
I lightly kiss her legs again, her pussy, and up her stomach as she comes back down to earth. When she opens her eyes and looks at me, I stand and undo my pants, pushing them all the way off, along with my briefs. I grip my hard cock and straddle her body on the couch. She must know exactly what I want because she presses her breasts together, and I slip my dick in her cleavage.
“Fuck, yes,” I say as I pulse against her, my balls dragging along her stomach as I do so, creating a new sensation that feels fucking amazing.
Her eyes meet mine, and as I thrust against her breasts, while she gives me a good squeeze, I keep thinking how goddamn lucky I am. And why the hell did I play around for so long? This is what I should have been doing from day one. I’m a fucking idiot.
I brace my hand against the couch to give myself better leverage and start moving faster, my body already there, my arousal primed and ready to go as her soft breasts squeeze my cock hard.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I move faster. “Fuck, feels amazing.”
“Not as amazing as my mouth,” she says before licking her lips, which makes me pause.
Her tits or her mouth.
Christ, I don’t even know.
But she decides for me as she brings my cock to her mouth, where she sucks in the tip and swirls her tongue around it.
Oh fuck yes, her mouth . . . always her goddamn mouth.
She grips the root of my cock and squeezes hard, pumping as she sucks. The only thing better would be if . . .
Her hand presses the spot right behind my balls, causing my eyes to widen in pleasure as a pulse of arousal screams through me.
“Fuck, Wylie.” I tighten my grip on the couch.
She smiles, her mouth full of my dick, then she takes me in farther, gagging slightly before pulling out.
“Not going to last,” I say as I thrust my hips. She opens her mouth and lets me hit her in the back of the throat. I pull out as she sucks at the same time.
The space around us starts to go black as my balls tighten with my impending orgasm.
“Going to come,” I say as I pull all the way out of her mouth. She presses her tits together, I pump my cock until it swells, and I come all over her gorgeous breasts. “Fuck . . . me,” I breathe heavily as I slowly move my hand over my length, getting out every last drop.
After a few seconds, she says, “You’ve come on my ass and my tits. Now, you just need to come inside me, and you’ll own every inch of my body.”
My face heats as I stare down at her. “Give me a few minutes.”
She chuckles and lifts up, my cum all over her beautiful body. With her hand on my chest, she leans in and presses the lightest of kisses to my lips. “I’m going to shower . . . alone.”
“Alone?” I ask, feeling sad.
“Yes, alone. But I’ll come back.”
“Yeah?” I ask, feeling in a daze.
“Well, I’m supposed to sleep in your bed, right?”
“Damn right,” I say.
“Let me gather myself and my things, and I’ll be over in a little while.”
“Do you need help cleaning?” I hopefully ask.
She smirks. “No.”
When she takes off toward the kitchen, I call out to her before she’s fully gone. “Wylie?”
“Yes?” she asks, pausing and turning toward me.
