Her head began to thrash in her excitement with her impending explosion. “I need to see it, Ronnie. Look at me when you come undone. It’s me making you come, baby,” he grunted, holding back his own release as her slick pussy slid up and down his shaft.
She looked at him, and his look of ownership, did her in. “Fuck me, Nikko. Fuck, I am going to come.” She intensified the speed despite his fingers sinking into her hips, gripping them tight. She kept her eyes on him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, damn, yes, yes,” the words spilled from her lips with no logic, just the words of her release. “Oh my God, yes, Nikko, fuck!” She drew out the last syllable as the explosion came.
Jerking his hips, he slammed into her hot wet pussy as her eyes went wild, and rolled to the back of her head. His explosion came too, just as intense as before. He spilled his seed into this ice princess, but damn if she wasn’t the hottest most wanton creature he had ever been with. Her hair hung limply around her, sweat dripped down between her breasts. Her body—she smelled of sex. Their sex, and just as he finished unloading into her still quaking pussy, he no sooner thought of how he could have her again. And again.
There were a lot of things he wanted to try with Ronnie.
***
Driving Ronnie home was the last thing he wanted to do, but it was nearly midnight, and Ronnie expressed she didn’t want her mother and stepfather to worry about her on their first evening out.
The drive was done too quickly as the conversation didn’t lag. Ronnie invited him over for dinner the next night after he suggested coming over the next day. Not wanting to seem eager, but knowing he was facing one heck of a boring Sunday, he reluctantly agreed. Dinner with the folks was something he normally didn’t do. But Ronnie’s circumstances were different. He figured he could make his calls to his brothers tomorrow, and fill them in. In fact, he’d sent them a text reassuring them he would do that and all was well when Ronnie escaped to the bathroom after their third sexually acrobatic session was over.
When he parked in her driveway, he turned off the engine figuring they could talk for a while longer, but were both surprised by the massive hulking figure in the window of the car that emerged suddenly out of the darkness. Recognizing the tattoos lacing down one arm as her step father’s, Nikko reluctantly rolled down the window. Their ears were immediately met with the massive man humming a tune that was popular a few years back, “My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard”.
“How was the milkshake?” He laughed, leaning into the window putting his massive forearms onto the frame of Nikko’s Cutlass.
“It was great,” Ronnie piped in not hiding her sarcasm. Her step father had no filter. When he thought of something clever to say, it came out, and usually embarrassed everyone except him. In fact, he rather enjoyed it. She couldn’t help but add, “I’d say it was better than yours, but I’m afraid you’d tell me otherwise, and that’s just something I really don’t want to hear.” Jay was wonderful, but hearing about the sexual activities between him and her mother . . . well, it was wrong on so many levels. But it never seemed to stop him.
Instead of laughing Jay just sighed. “No, I’d agree with you tonight, Ronnie. Your mom is just not feeling well again.”
“What’s the matter?” she asked full of concern leaning even more towards the window so she could see his expression more clearly.
Jay shrugged and answered. “She said it must be something she ate, but god dammit, she didn’t eat a thing tonight. You saw that. She really just picked at her food.”
Nikko thought to the bear claw she had wolfed down earlier. He hoped that hadn’t made her sick. He groaned inwardly. Maybe the cream in it had unsettled her stomach. He wasn’t about to fess up to this giant of a man, but felt guilty anyhow. Way to go, he chastised himself.
“I better get in then,” she murmured hastily as she reached for the door after a pressing a chaste kiss to Nikko’s cheek.
“No. No hurry, Ronnie,” Jay retorted, stilling her with his words. She turned back to face him. “She’s actually sleeping. I brought Missy out one last time. I’m heading in now, to give you a little time to . . . shall we say . . . say goodbye,” he teased and made kissing faces and smooching sounds at them.
“Real mature, Jay,” she called out after his retreating back, Missy at his heels.
“Yeah, I know. But you love me anyway,” was his flippant retort made over his shoulder. “Nice seeing you, Nikko,” he added, still with his back turned then the sound of the door closing.