Carl

“I think you like to twist me up and fuck with my head.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

I agreed. She was always in my mind now, ignoring my calls or pulling me to her. It was the push and pull that was confusing and I couldn’t think of none of it while she was standing in front of me in the way that she was.

We were in her old childhood bedroom and it felt weird to look at her as she sat on the small bed. She wasn’t nervous like she was before, but I was. It seemed like the wrong time, wrong place, but who could deny her what she wanted? I certainly couldn’t and again, it was something that I didn’t want to do.

I started to take my shirt off and she watched me like a hawk. I knew that she was missing nothing as she watched me and I wanted to see that look of need in her eyes again. The one that looked so akin to desperation that it made me get harder than before.

“Do you know how beautiful you are Melanie?”

She waved me off and sat up, telling me that she didn’t want to hear it.

“You’re talking way too much. Let me help you.”

Her hands were tugging on my pants and then pulling them down as though they were on fire and she was trying to save me from being burned. Her eyes glued to the front of me and her hand came out to stroke my cock before I had time to step out of my pants.

Melanie’s innocent eyes looked up at me and I had to groan from the way that look made me feel. She was breathtaking and it was hard for me to not close my eyes and make sounds of pleasure. Her hand was small and barely fit all the way around my member, but she had a tightened grip that was just what I needed.

Quickly I was consumed with desire and I knew that if I didn’t get her hands off of me soon, I was going to be useless to her. Trying to build up my strength to stop her, she did so herself. My relief was only short-lived though, because the next thing I know, she was plopping me into her mouth and pushing me back against the very back of her throat.

The muscles contracted around my shaft and I moaned louder. There was no way that I could stop her from what she was doing at the moment. It just felt too damn good and the look of my dick widening out her mouth was too much to deny.

“What are you doing?”

“Making you feel good.”

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to be doing?”

She agreed. “You will. I have faith that you won’t leave me hanging.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I quickly learned. It meant that she had every intention on pushing me to the brink and then over the edge. There was no other way to look at it and I was sure then that I was going to have an impossible time trying to hold it together. I gave up and filled her starving mouth with my seed.

Melanie didn’t spit it out. Instead she swallowed it and smiled at me as her hand started to move up and down on my spit-slickened cock. It felt amazing, maybe even more so because I was so sensitive to her touch. It was impossible not to get hard again and I could still feel the hot breath from between her lips because she was so close to me.

“Lay down Carl. I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Shouldn’t we get going?”

I wasn’t going to bring up the why because I didn’t have to and I didn’t want to remind her. Not wanting to ruin the moment either, Melanie said that we had time and asked me again to lie down. She was in some sort of mood and it didn’t seem like she was bothered at all with the idea of being late. Melanie wanted control and I would have been a fool not to give it to her. The rewards were going to far outweigh the risks in my opinion.

I did as she suggested and I was quickly rewarded with a full frontal view like before. The shy woman that I’d slammed into before was gone and this new, confident woman was left in her wake and she was downright magnificent.

She crawled over my body and sunk down onto my dick very quickly. It took both of our breaths away and my hands immediately went to her waist because I wanted to control the situation. I wanted to be the one that chose the space, but she slapped my hands away.

“You don’t get to do anything but feel Carl. Do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t.”

She grinned at my answer and I could tell that she liked to hear it very much. I wasn’t too proud of the way she made me feel, but I wasn’t able to turn it off. Melanie just felt so damn good and as she rode me slowly, I got to watch pleasure run through her several times. She would stop and move excruciatingly slow as she moved up and down on top of me. Her eyes would close and she would bite her lower lip.

I took as much as I could before I was dragging her back down to me from a hard grip on her hips. I was done letting it happen and I was determined to make it happen instead.

Thrusting up deep and fast inside of her, Melanie screamed as I felt fluid drip down onto my stomach as I moved inside of her. The second time around I was able to last longer, but not much longer because of how she was writhing and calling out above me. She really was a sight to see and I was lost in the moment. 

I filled her full again, this time deep inside of her before I was able to breathe once more. I had to pull her off of me and when I started to she asked me what it was that I was doing.

“You have to get off Melanie or I’m just going to get hard again and want to fuck you some more.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Her answer stunned me and the look of mischief was back on her face. What had I gotten myself into? It was like I had created a monster or an addict.