Chapter 11

Andrew

I was so hard, I was legitimately afraid that my dick was going to rip like the Hulk.

I undressed in about seven seconds flat, heart pounding and hands trembling slightly. All I could think about was putting myself between her vanilla thighs. I wanted to make her melt and lick her up.

Michelle stared at my cock for a moment, then reached for the zipper that ran down the side of her wiggle dress. Why did she wear that thing to court? What did she think was going to happen? The zipper peeled slowly down, exposing a stripe of pale bare flesh.

I shook my head at the mere sight of it. “Faster.”

She wiggled loose from the dress but before she could kick it away from her legs, I was on her breasts, smothering myself between them. I groaned and grunted and I wanted to touch every inch of her. My hands slapped down over her juicy ass, digging my fingers into her and hoisting Michelle into the air. She shrieked in surprise as I carried her to the bar, dress still dangling from her ankles, and deposited her onto its surface. Now we were perfectly level.

“Move in with me,” I said again. I had to make this girl listen. “It’ll be safe with me. You’ll see.”

Michelle blinked at me with those doe eyes behind cat glasses, her hair all over the place, and a halo of faded lipstick around her mouth. I loved seeing her like this. She always started out so prim and proper but give me a few minutes with her and watch the transformation. “You just want to piss off Chet because you hate him, and you know he has a crush on me,” she postulated.

I grinned. She was good. “I do hate Chet,” I admitted. “But this is all about you. Think about all the free car maintenance you can get. All the improved security with a man around the house. Oh, and the sex. Think about the sex, Michelle.” I traced myself over her labia to remind her, and even that tiny gesture, skating between her velvety folds, brought my blood pressure to boiling. I couldn’t even tease her without crumbling myself.

“I don’t know,” Michelle waffled, biting her lower lip like a coquette and cupping her breasts in her hands. I’d noticed she had the habit of doing this whenever she felt insecure. “It’s probably too much sex, and I know how you love to come inside me. I’m probably pregnant as we speak.”

“I hope so,” I growled against her ear, and I meant it. I felt her tremble at the words and I slid the tip of my dick into her. We shuddered together, and I moved in and out, in and out, penetrating only an inch or two. “I can’t stop coming inside you, Michelle, so don’t even ask. I love the feeling of getting bigger and bigger, and popping... filling you with so much cum that you can feel it.”

“I can feel it,” Michelle whispered back, and I knew she loved it, too. I knew it. I clamped my jaw tight and closed my eyes, letting them roll back into my head as I slid completely into her. I wanted more foreplay but I couldn’t resist. Her walls twisted around me and I groaned deep in my throat. My hands came up to cup her plush, firm breasts, and I realized there was something that I needed to do. I amazed myself by pulling completely out of her again.

The world outside of her pussy was fucking frigid. I hated it.

“Lay down on the bar,” I instructed her.

Michelle bit at her lower lip, but she obeyed. I climbed on top of her and positioned my hard prick between her tits, letting it slide into her airtight cleavage. The sensation was nothing like her pussy, the way it would grip and milk me, but it was still so hot. She moaned and pressed her tits tighter together and I thrusted and thrusted until I felt a tingling at the tip of my head. Then I pulled away.

“Did you like that?” I wondered as I climbed off the bar.

“Yes,” Michelle answered without hesitation.

“Why?” It wasn’t like the space between her breasts was lined with nerve endings.

“Because you like it,” she answered, gazing up at me with starry eyes. I leaned closer just to be closer to her eyes. I think I was falling in love. That was the exact moment it happened. “Giving you pleasure gives me pleasure.”

Fuck, that was hot.

I closed my eyes and nodded. “Get down here,” I said, pulling her off the bar. “I want you to taste this.”

Michelle climbed onto her knees and then looked up at me uncertainly. “Taste myself?” she asked, incredulous, pointing one finger at my hard-on. “On you?”

“Oh, yeah,” I assured her, burying my fingers in her hair and guiding her onto my prick. “You taste so sweet. You’ll see.”

The first stroke of Michelle’s mouth down my shaft was tentative but then she must have realized that I was right. She sucked up and down with vigor, and I cringed at the intensity of it. I almost had to stop her a few times but I focused on breathing and the spots cleared from my eyes.

Still, I was a mortal man, and I could only stand a few minutes of the lavish treatment of her mouth. I pulled her off the floor and scooped her up into my arms. She clung to me as I carried her up the stairs and through my house, to the bedroom.

When I laid her on the bed, it was with reverence. She was so beautiful, I stretched her out like she was a masterpiece, tracing my fingers over her luscious hips, the valley of her little tummy, up to her full breasts, around her hard nipples. Her face was the best part of her entire body, and when my eyes traveled there, they were fixed. I swallowed.

“I think I’m in love with you,” I said. My dick pounded plaintively, probably wondering where we were going with all this foreplay, but I had to say it. I had to stop and say it.

Michelle blushed and shook her head like she was dizzy. “No,” she told me. I was pretty sure I was right, though. “You’re not.”

I leaned down and took a moment to savor the smell of her neck before I whispered against her ear, “Let me prove it to you.”

My dick went between her legs, sinking to the hilt, and her hot sex pulsed around me tightly. I shuddered and thrust slowly into her. I stretched her arms over her head and pinned her wrists down into the pillow. My strokes came faster. Her thighs stretched up and locked around my hips and I drove harder, forgetting gentility, forgetting love. The entire premise crumbled away from me and something ancient and animal took over. Michelle clawed into the pillow and pitched it off the bed so she could grab the headboard itself.

Using the headboard for leverage, increasing the resistance against my thrust, the sex entered a new dimension and I bucked into her like crazy. She pushed against me in her own kind of thrust and we worked together like a perpetual motion machine, her pushing down, me pushing in, and again and again and again.

“Fuck, Michelle,” I cried out to her, certain it wouldn’t be long. Her pussy fluttered around my shaft like she was having an orgasm and I looked at her face, her eyes rolled back in her head, mouth contorted in ecstasy. My hard dick went into her for the final time and then popped, spilling jet upon jet of cum deep into her body. I stretched over her, blanketing her from head to toe, and shuddered. “I’m sorry,” I murmured against her sweaty neck. “I know I’m crushing you.”

“In so many ways,” Michelle agreed lightly, giggling.

I peeled myself off of her and she grinned up at me. She still had those stars in her eyes. Did she love me, too? If she didn’t love me, what right did she have to keep smiling up at me like that?

I guess I did just make her come. If I wanted an honest reading on how much she loved me, I’d have to study her face when we weren’t floating in the afterglow.

After cleaning up and returning naked to bed, we curled together. I threaded my fingers through hers. She was spending the night. She hadn’t talked to me all month, and now, she was spending the night. It wasn’t moving in, but it was a start.

“You know, I really do love you, I think,” I murmured against her left tit as I lapsed off to sleep.