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  “Did we have sex last night?” she asks with a towel covering her face.

  “Sure,” I tell her.

  “Sure?” she repeats, “because it doesn’t feel like it.”

  “I have a small cock,” I shrug, looking over as she pulls the towel down her dried face to look at me.

  “You have a-” she stops as her eyes move down to my hands and my cock and she can see that’s certainly not the case.

  “No, we didn’t have sex,” I state, shaking the droplets off the head of my dick before tucking it back into my jeans.

  “Why?” she asks.

  “You fell asleep on me.”

  Looking over at her, her bra the only thing covering her from the waist up. The full mounds of cleavage above the burgundy lace, her eyes looking at me confused. Moving closer to her, she watches me come closer but says nothing. I stop right in front of her, so close her tits are against my chest. Reaching up, I cup them and run my thumbs over her nipples. Leaning in I part my lips and press a soft kiss against hers.

  “I guess you’ll have to come back tonight so we can,” I say.

  She lets out a shaky exhale, her breath sweet as I inhale her.

  “I have-work! Shit, I have to go, I’m already late,” she says, pulling away and reaching for her shirt off the floor from the night before.

  “You just got off work a few hours ago.”

  “No, this is my job during the day at a lawn care place.”

  “Do you work at the casino tonight?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I won’t be off until midnight,” she says, quickly shoving her arms in the sleeves of her shirt and heading out of the bathroom.

  I follow as she reaches for her heels by the door, sliding them on as she grabs her purse as she looks down to button up her shirt.

  “I have the room the rest of the weekend, just come up when you’re done,” I tell her, reaching over for the extra key I’d left on the kitchen counter.

  She stops buttoning her shirt and looks over at me, blowing her hair out of her eyes.

  “Only fucking tonight,” she states and I nod, crossing my heart with my index finger.

  It’s written all over her face that last night scared her. It doesn’t scare me for some reason, but it bothers me that all she wants is to fuck me when all I want is to know her. Of course I want her like that too, she’s everything I love in a woman on the outside. But that’s all I ever am, a good time, seemingly careless to the world. Can’t I want more than that?

  “Okay, I’ll see you later,” she says before turning toward the door and throwing her purse over her shoulder.

  “What do you want for dinner?” I ask.

  “No,” she says raising a finger, “No dinner, just sex.”

  “Okay, okay,” I reply, putting my hands up.

  With one last look, she pulls the door open and walks out. I smile, knowing I’ve gotten under her skin and that’s she’s coming back tonight. She can say only for sex but come on let’s be real, it’s me after all, what’s not to love.

  Flopping back into the bed, I fall back asleep for a few hours, waking when the sun is streaming in through the windows and roasting me. My cock is hard and in need of relief but I decide not to jerk off. Which is agony with Emily’s scent all around me, it’s in every room and my dick twitches in response. Getting dressed, I take a walk over to where my bikes parked and drive it over to the hotel’s parking garage, grabbing my small pack out of the saddlebag.

  After a shower, I toss on my clean clothes and run my hands through my outgrown hair. I fight the urge to look at the clock because I don’t think much times passed and attempt to come up with something to fucking do in the meantime. I call down to the lobby and ask the guy who answers about a nearby grocery store, and there’s one only thirty minutes away. While shopping, my mind is on what Emily might like. She ate her burger last night but not her fries, she drank her water and left the Coke. She must be a cleaner eater than me, so I grab some healthy options. I know she said no dinner, but it’s not my fault if I just happen to be cooking dinner after midnight when she gets there, doesn’t mean she has to have any. I enjoy cooking, but I wouldn’t say I’m awesome at it. Being that I’m cooking in a hotel room with limited space and implements, I settle on lasagna, everyone likes that, right? I also grab shit for a salad in case she doesn’t.

  The hours tick by slowly, and finally it’s eleven thirty when I start making the lasagna. For about a solid hour earlier I debated with myself on whether or not to jerk off, I’m horny as hell thinking about Emily and don’t want to make an ass of myself for getting too excited and blowing my load early. In the end, I opted not to. I’ve just put the food in the oven when I hear the click of the lock and turn around to see Emily walking in. She’s in her normal work outfit, today it’s black pants, and her hairs pulled back into a bun again.

  “Hey,” I say, and stand in the middle of the kitchen as she drops her purse and another larger bag on the floor, “I know you said no dinner-” my words stopping as she takes a few steps toward me before reaching for my jeans button and fly, her lips attaching to my neck as she pushes a hand inside. “Holy shit,” I groan as her hand takes my limp cock into her palm.

  “Shut up,” she tells me, my cock hardening quickly as she drops to her knees, “I’ve been thinking about you fucking my mouth all day.”

  “Holy sh-”

  “You already said that,” she says looking up at me, the head of my cock at her lips.

  Then, we both watch as she jerks me off, fast and hard and my hips push closer trying to get my dick in her mouth. She opens her eyes again as they meet mine, I growl and both my hands move to the side of her face.

  “Fucking your mouth, huh?” I growl and she nods, opening her mouth for me and I sink in.

  “Ohhh fuuuck,” I sigh, my eyes closing as I feel her warmth envelop my cock.

  Her hands glide up my thighs, pulling the front of my jeans down to allow my balls to tumble out. My jaw drops as I begin to piston into her mouth while her fingers massage my sack. Spit coats my shaft, and I repeatedly pull out just until the head is at her tight sucking lips before pushing back in. Emily’s groaning and moaning along with me, and I watch her go to fucking town. Her hands release my balls and move to her shirt and she begins to unbutton it, then fingers claw at her bra, pushing the cups down to expose her plump titties.

  “Yes,” I groan as she sucks my cock like a vacuum while at the same time pinching her nipples hard. My hands cover hers as I continue to fuck her mouth and plump her tits, the angle shoving more of my cock deeper in her throat. She doesn’t gag or protest, so I keep going but I slow my pace because I’m on the verge of coming. I want all of her, her tits in my mouth, her pussy on my lips and cock.

  “Fuck, I want those titties,” I growl.

  Emily smiles, pulling back and away from me, and then the beeper for the oven timer goes off.

  “Seriously?” I say out loud.

  “Go to the couch, I’ll get it,” she says standing, her lips red and wet. “Stay hard for me,” she says softly as she swipes her tongue along my lower lip.

  Then she’s moving to the oven and I walk the short distance to the L-shaped sectional. With one leg on the couch, I stroke myself slowly. I’m about to call for her, when she appears, naked and walking toward me.

  “Damn,” I mumble, happy I’d turned on all the lights before she got here, giving me a prime view.

  Her heavy tits bounce and sway with her hips, her nipples small and hard and pointing upwards, perfect for my mouth. Her hips are full and I lick my lips as I notice the thin line of brown pubic hair on her mound.

  “Lay down so I can eat your pussy,” I tell her as she gets closer.

  But she shakes her head and turns around as she straddles my hips and pushes up onto her hands and feet, presenting her wet cunt before my mouth as she takes my cock back in hers.

  “Holy shit,” I repeat, palming her juicy ass cheeks and spreading her wider as my to
ngue laps at her folds.

  Emily moans against me and her body trembles, she tastes better than I remember, and I’m getting all I can. She’s wet and slippery which I’m just adding to as my tongue plunges in and out, all around her, my hands moving to grip her hips and pull her against me. Her hips circle and grind against my tongue, and her mouth sucks harder and faster, my balls tightening and contracting. But before I can come, she pulls her body away, stretching her legs on either side, aligning my cock with her pussy and literally doing the splits on me.

  “Jesus goddamn,” I sigh as she sinks down, this position making her ass even more big and perfect.

  No condom, fuck, no condom. I know I’m fine, clean, and I assume she is too but even if she isn’t, this is so fucking worth possibly getting the clap. My hands go to her ass, spreading over the globes as she begins bouncing. I watch my cock sink in and slowly reveal, before she quickens her pace and moves faster and faster. Her ass jumps and claps, performs a show for my eyes only.

  “Damn, you’re tight as fuck,” I state through clenched teeth.

  “It’s been a while,” she gasps.

  “I like that.”

  “Of course you do.”

  Her sounds are fucking hot, but I wish I could see her face. My hands slide under her arms to grab her tits, pulling her back against me as I sit up. Her head falls back against my shoulder and I pinch her nipples like she did when she was blowing me.

  “Rub your clit,” I pant against her neck and she nods. I look down but can’t see over her huge tits and my hand, but her body jolts when she makes contact and I feel her start to tighten all around me.

  She doesn’t cry out or say anything when she comes, just gasps while squeezing her glorious cunt around me. Her body still moves as I thrust against her, her head turning to face me and her lips take mine in a kiss. Her mouth on mine is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and I thrust once more before coming. I keep kissing her as I gasp and pant, my hands gripping her tits hard before realizing it and loosening my hold. Emily leans back as I sink into the couch and we both breathe hard.

  “I told you not to make dinner,” she finally says.

  “Well, I did, you are more than welcome to watch me eat, but I assume you smoked on your break and should probably eat…especially if you plan on doing Pilates on my cock all night.”

  “It was gymnastics,” she replies.

  “Hmmm?” I ask.

  “I used to do gymnastics, left me limber.”

  “Well whatever it is, you can do that to me whenever you like. Regardless, I think we should eat first,” I say into her ear as I slide my hands between us, cupping her glorious ass.

  “This is magnificent,” I tell her appreciatively.

  “My bubble butt-”

  “I love bubbles,” I say as I continue to play with the firm flesh.

  “Okay stop.”

  My hands freeze. “What's wrong?”

  “I don't like it,” she says sitting up.

  “Me touching you?” I ask in confusion.

  “No, my ass.”

  “You're kidding right?”

  “No, girls don't like having big asses Smokey, or big thighs or big anything other than eyes, lips, and tits,” she says looking at me and crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Stop this,” I say, reaching over and bringing her hands down. “Well that is just...stupid,” I say screwing my face up.

  “Whatever, it’s just the way I’ve always been, I’m fine with my body, just makes me uncomfortable when it’s focused on,” she says shaking her head.

  “I have a big ass too,” I shrug.

  Her head turns and her eyes meet mine, “Oh yeah? Okay,” she says sarcastically before a laugh.

  “No really, I can barely find pants that fit my ass, it’s a pain,” I tell her with furrowed brows.

  “Hmmm, I didn’t know men went through such struggles.”

  Her eyes flicker with humor and I love the way she’s looking at me, so I continue a step further. Setting her onto the couch, I stand and turn my ass to her.

  “See, huge right?”

  Emily giggles and smacks one of my ass cheeks.

  “Easy girl, you’re gonna turn me on again, and I need to eat and get all the energy I can for you, I can tell you’re gonna test my endurance.”

  Walking into the kitchen I grab two forks and a hot pad, the pans cooled down a bit, but I grab it and bring it out to the living room. Emily looks confused for a moment but then grabs a pillow and brings it to cover her middle, which allows me more room to sit beside her. Handing her a fork, I sit down and dig in with my fork, groaning as I take a bite and admit to myself I did this lasagna good. After a few bites, I see she’s not taking any, so I take more for myself and moan louder and louder every time, causing her to laugh and finally raise her fork.

  “Good, huh?” I ask as she takes her first taste.

  She nods and covers her mouth as she chews, and I lean over to kiss her lips in an attempt to make her relax. I physically see her body soften and I offer a forkful of lasagna when she swallows her mouthful. She gives me a look like she's not interested, but it falters only a moment later and she's taking the food into her mouth. My dick starts to harden as I watch her lips wrap around the utensil. A drop of sauce falls and lands on one of her tits and I set the tray down onto the coffee table.

  Leaning closer, my tongue laps up the sauce and Emily inhales, her chest raising and causing a nipple to graze my chin. With a growl, I open my mouth and suck her in, instantly her backs arching and her hands slide into my hair. Her legs spread willingly and I begin to kiss over to her other tit as I move to kneel on the floor, then slide my lips down her torso. Her belly trembles and she leans back to rest her head on the couch. My hands pause on her hips, then slide inside her thighs, teasing her skin as I kiss her belly button and lick the area with my tongue.

  Then my lips follow the path of my hands, my few days-worth of stubble running along her skin as my tongue and mouth seek out places to make her moan and inhale sharply. She’s so responsive to my touching her, like this is the only time she just lets her brain shut off and her body take over, and I feel the same way. Spreading her legs open, I begin devouring her, eating her pussy like a starved man. Emily whimpers and trembles against me, inching up the couch to find some relief in my relentless tongue lashing, but I just follow and attach my lips to her clit and dig my fingers into her ass cheeks.

  “Oh my go-” she inhales and her legs squeeze together to effectively push my mouth off her.

  Once she’s done coming on my tongue, the primal urge to fuck has me pulling her body up and against me as I stand. Her legs and arms wrap around me, and I pause walking in order to shift my hips and slide my cock inside her. Emily’s lips find mine and I grab the side of her face hard, needing more of her mouth and just more of her. I’ve never felt so virile or sexual as I do with her, the inner most need in me is brought out with her and I feel like anything we do will be at a hundred miles an hour. Entering the bedroom, I walk toward the bed and peel her body off me and toss her into the air and onto the bed. I wonder if it was too hard but she immediately rolling and rising onto all fours. I stand there and look at her, wet pussy, red ass from my fingers, and I start to stroke the head of my cock. My shit is so hard, I almost whimper when I make contact with it, the need to just fuck is almost an insane feeling.

  Tossing her hair over one shoulder, she looks back at me and her eyes spark when she sees what I’m doing. She licks her lips and then my eyes drop down to her sliding a hand between her thighs to cup her pussy. Her little fingers and pink painted fingertips slide through her wetness, stroking, rubbing, her noises and little whimpers, her inner thighs trembling every time she swipes over her clit. She has me teetering on insanity now, and I crawl up the bed toward her, leaning down to put my mouth over her asshole to tease the flesh with the tip of my tongue. My hand frees my cock and I spread her ass cheeks apart, wanting my tongue inside her
there. Her hands moving back to cover mine and hold her open.

  Making sure she’s wet as fuck there from my mouth, I trail my index finger up her pussy lips to her other hole and begin rubbing it while using my tongue.

  “You’re eating my ass so good,” she moans.

  “Mmmm,” I reply.

  Her words make my dick throb and tasting her, feasting on her causes pre-cum to begin dribbling from the head of my cock. I can't take anymore, and I flip her onto her back, her legs falling open as I position myself at her entrance, sliding in and the feeling has my head falling back and a groan ripping from my throat. My hips thrust and swivel, circle and flick. Emily raises her arms above her head and I watch her tits bounce and move to my rhythm. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and when our eyes lock, my heart begins to pound in a different way other than exertion.

  Maneuvering her legs in front of her, she grabs them by the back of her knees as I lean down on top of her. She’s so damn flexible, and her body’s literally folded in half. I cup her cheeks and watch her face, her parted lips, her skin flushed and her eyes blinking up at me. Our noses brush as we breathe hard and I want to kiss her, but there’s a weird feeling I have that that’s not what she wants. So instead of being rejected, I bury my head in the crook of her neck and begin driving into her hard and fast. Her head tilts back and her body tightens as she comes on my cock, causing me to come also.

  Lifting my head I look down at her again, her eyes blinking open, looking dreamily and soft and my thumb runs across her lips, wanting it to be my lips there instead. But not shockingly she kills the moment by sliding out from underneath me and sitting up, then she’s walking to the bathroom and I roll onto my back. I rub my palms over my face and tell myself to stop looking into this so much. She only wants sex, to fuck, nothing more, just my cock. The shower water turns on and I sit up, even though I have the room for the weekend, maybe I should just go back to Plantain. I know if I leave, I won’t ever see her again unless I make the effort, but maybe if I give her the best dick she’s ever had then she might want my number or something. I stand, hearing the glass shower door click closed, if it’s fucking she wants, it’s fucking she’s gonna get.