Xavier FINAL(47)

     “Yes, oh God yes!”

     I shot load after load into her. I wasn’t sure if it would ever stop. I sure as fuck didn’t want it to.

     When I was finally empty I looked down. Her head was laying on the pillow and her mouth was open as she fought to catch her breath.

     “Fuck.” I laid on her and kissed her head, her cheeks, her eyes, her lips, panting trying to catch my breath as well. “You are a cum goddess.”

     Her breaths were hard and slow and a smile spread across her lips.

     “It just keeps getting better. Every time. I swear to God above I thought your pussy was trying to suck the life out of me.”

     “A. Maz. Ing.” She closed her eyes. “Porn sex.”

     I laughed, “What?”

     “Noisy, hard, fucking. Porn sex.”

     “That was nothing Irish. You want porn sex. I’ll give it to you.”

     “Tired.” She panted. “Later.”

     I grabbed her auburn mane in my hands and lifted her head so that I could kiss her. I felt her lips smiling against mine.

     “Sleep Irish. Cause after my meeting, I’m gonna show you porn sex.”

     I got up and went into the bathroom and grabbed a warm cloth. I walked out and cleaned between her snowy white legs and she moaned her approval. I took a shower and when I came out, she was hugging my pillow sound asleep.

     I got dressed and then pulled the covers up around her and kissed her head before turning and walking out the door.

     ~

     I rolled up on Cowperthwaite Street four hours later. It was almost eight thirty in the morning. I drove around the block looking to see if there were signs of the little Beemer that that mother fucker drove.

     I saw it and parked next to it in a paid parking lot. I bet her money was paying for that shit too. I grabbed my phone when I heard the text alert. It was Taelyn. How did I know?

     Photo ID. The picture was her bent over the desk in fuck me heels, that tight bun caging her fuck me hair, and a pencil skirt that just begged to be torn off, when I took that picture she needed to be fucked properly. Now she had been.

     Lunch at noon?

     Followed by a picture of the Häagen-Dazs container.

     “Sweet Jesus.” I groaned

     Dinner at eight.

     Was my reply and then I took a picture of my dick and sent it to her.

     Mmmm perfect.

     Be naked Irish. I’m getting hard just thinking about you.

     Will do.

     I got out and stretched my legs and walked across the street. I waited until I saw a group of girls walking in the building and snuck in with them.

     “You live here?” one of them said.

     “Visiting a buddy. Daniel--.”

     They all giggled, “Daniel.”

     I followed them in the elevator.

     “Daniel lives on my floor. Three for you too?”

     “Thanks,” I nodded and they giggled again.

     I thought Harvard girls would act smart, not be a giggling group of high school girls. Guess not. Smart doesn’t always mean smart, you know what I mean.

     I followed two of them off the elevator and they giggled, “Where are you going, Big D is that way, apartment D.”

     “I knew that, just thought maybe I’d follow you both and show you what a big D actually looks like.” I winked and turned around.

     Big D, fucking joke.

     I knocked on the door and he opened it, “Darlin’ did you forget--.”

     He looked at me and started to shut the door. I pushed him back and either I pushed too hard or he was a fucking bigger pussy than I thought. I’ll go with the latter.

     “What the fuck man,” his bitch ass voice quivered.

     “Man. Yeah that’s me.” I reached down grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him up. “Nice fucking pad Little D.”

     “Fuck,” I squeezed his little bitch neck. “You.” He squeaked out.