Yes, I do.
No, dammit, you don’t.
I want him inside me, filling my cunt with his seed, making me feel like I’ve never felt before.
I want him.
And I’ll have him.
Rick was driving me mad. His lips and tongue in my pussy had brought me nearly to the point of orgasm. I felt my body shudder against his lips. I felt his tongue probe deep inside me, releasing a wave of juice and a flurry of jolts that made me shudder.
“God… Rick… I’m going to…cum…”
I held his cock in my hand and squeezed it as I came, flooding his lips and mouth with my hot juices that filled the air with my tangy scent. He dug his fingers into my ass and pulled my pussy down onto his mouth as if he were afraid of missing a single drop. He lapped at my cunt as I struggled to breath. I took the head of his cock between my lips and pumped his shaft. I wanted him to cum, too.
“No,” he moaned. “I don’t want to cum in your hand. I want to fuck your sweet pussy. I want to cum inside you. Get on top of me.”
I smiled and wiped my lips on the back of my hand. I climbed onto the bed and threw my leg over him, straddling his cock. I lowered my pussy lips onto his shaft and slid them back and forth for a moment to lube him up. Rick’s cock was huge. I didn’t know how much of it I could take, but I was eager to find out.
He held his cock steady as I positioned my hole over the head. I lowered myself slowly, feeling the bulbous head force itself inside me. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, so I knew I would be tight. I held my breath and lowered my hips a little more. An inch pushed inside me, then another. I felt my pussy walls literally expanding for his huge cock, then closing around it as it came inside.
I braced my hands on his chest and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly as I slid onto as much of his cock that I could take. I could feel him in my throat. The breath gusted from my lungs and struggled to come back in.
“God… Rick... you’re so… fucking... big…”
“And you’re so fucking tight,” he said, putting his hands on my hips. I began to slowly rock back and forth, milking his cock horizontally. The shaft slid over my clit each time I stroked him, shooting little bolts of lightning through my body.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he brought his hands to my tits, which were swaying gently with the motion of my hips. “God… your tits…”
I opened my eyes and tried to breath.
My mouth hung open.
The breath came in short bursts.
My pussy was gushing over his cock.
I could feel the orgasm cumming.
It made my toes curl.
“So… fucking… tight... faster…”
His fingers dug into the soft tissue of my breasts.
His thumbs rolled over my nipples.
I leaned down to dig my fingers into his chest. I closed my eyes and moaned. “I’m cumming… oh… Rick… fuck me… fuck me…”
He grabbed my hips again and started slamming me into him, thrusting his cock in so deep that it struck the innermost point of my cunt, making me gasp.
“I’m cumming… Sandy…” he moaned. “Cum with me…
And I did. In a great flourish of bundled nerves and curled toes and gritted teeth and gusts of breath, we came together. We jerked and writhed and pressed our gooey selves together until there was nothing left to give.
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly as I collapsed onto the bed beside him.
He held up his arm so I could roll into him.
I put my head on his chest and my hand on his flat stomach.
He pulled me close. I heard him sigh.
It didn’t take long for both of us to fall asleep.
The last thought that ran through my drunken mind was: Sandy, what the fuck have you done.
SANDY
Rick was still sleeping peacefully when I opened my eyes and realized what I’d done. What we’d done; me and the man I was determined to kill.
He was on his side, facing me, with the left side of his face pressed to the pillow. His eyes were closed. He was breathing slowly in and out through his mouth.
I lay perfectly still, my breathing matching his, and let my eyes go around his handsome face. I wondered if he was dreaming, and if so, what about. He looked so content, so at peace, so unlike the man I expected to meet, going by what I’d learned from his police dossier.
I expected Rick Wright to be a cold, foulmouthed, heartless brute; capable of all manner of crimes and atrocities. I expected him to be callous, uncaring, unemotional, selfish. But in the short time I’d known him, he had been nothing but a perfect gentleman, in and out of bed.
His brother, Eddie, was exactly what I expected him to be. He was mean, angry, threatening, dangerous; and capable of horrible acts. My blood ran cold when he looked at me. I knew that given the chance, he would have dragged me into a room or a back alley and raped me, beat me, and left me for dead. My intentions against Rick Wright might have softened, but my determination to see Eddie Wright dead had not.