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CHAD
When Zoe’s legs gave out, I caught her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. I couldn’t wait another moment. The scent of her had roused my cock, and it lunged hard and thick and throbbing, scraping painfully against the fabric of my jeans. My balls were aching with the need to fuck the beautiful woman before me, to plunge my cock deep into the moist heat of her pussy and fill her to the brim with my cum.
I ripped off her pajama pants, along with the panties beneath, and tossed them behind me then pushed her down. I hooked my arms beneath her knees and lifted her hips toward my mouth.
Pressing my face into the juncture of her thighs, I breathed in the soft scent of vanilla body wash, letting the neatly trimmed golden curls tickle against my face. I wanted my dick in her pussy. I wanted to feel her clit harden beneath my tongue. I wanted to explore her flesh. I wanted to spill my cum deep inside her cunt, between her tits, into her mouth, but even more than that, I wanted to remember the Zoe of my past, the girl who had stolen my heart and selfishly kept it locked within her greedy fist, even as I walked away to begin a different life. A life without her.
I sucked her swollen clit hard, rhythmically, feeling it vibrate beneath my lips. I speared my tongue between her lush pussy lips, licking the juices and then trailing kisses from her slit to her clit and down to her ass. Her flesh was hot beneath my lips, wet and pulsing, juicy and quivering, and she smelled so fucking great I could have eaten her all day, but we had a score to settle.
I gave her clit another suck and lapped at her pussy one more time, then I skirted around her cunt with tiny nips and pecks, teasing her because I refused to make her come until she begged to be mine.
“Oh God, Chad…” Her breath hissed out of her in a soft sigh. “I could come just from your breath against my skin.”
“So sweet…” I murmured.
Her head fell back, and her hips bucked up as she tried to rub her clit against my mouth again. The bulge in my jeans grew harder, tighter and more painful against the zipper. A smear of precum had dampened the fabric.
I lowered her back and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. My cock sprang out fast, thick, rigid, bouncing back against my stomach and swaying with need.
“See what you do to me,” I said. “How hard you make me, Zoe, how much I need to come?”
“Yes.” Her eyes locked on my dick, and she licked her lips. “We can both cum. Fuck me, Chad. Make me cum with you,” she demanded. “I need to cum...”
Her fingers went to her exposed pussy. She began to rub frantically, eagerly, creating friction against the dewy pink nub of her clit. Her pussy glistened with the juices of her need, and she slipped one finger inside her cunt while her other hand continued to rub furiously.
“No.” I took both hands and lifted them to her stomach. She writhed in desire, her hips rising as she searched for relief. “Let me.”
She yanked off the pajama top, exposing her tits to my hungry gaze. Large tits, perfect areolas, tipped by rosy peaks and nipples that looked like strawberry candies. She trailed her hands up her stomach and circled each nipple. The buds, already flushed and perked, hardened and grew rosier beneath my gaze. I watched her pinch and pull, her fingers twisting each one painfully.
“Fuck me, Chad,” she ordered. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll take care of things myself.” She lifted up and brought a big swollen breast to her lips, licking the nipple and then sucking it into her mouth, gazing at me with eyes so dark with lust the pupils almost disappeared. The depths of a stormy dangerous sea shone in her eyes, and I was drowning, caught in a typhoon.
“You don’t give me orders, Zoe,” I said quietly, each word dropping like a stone. “I’m in control here. If you want something from me, you’re going to have to beg.”
Something flashed in her eyes, something as hard and needy as what lived in me. We were both too proud for our own good, too arrogant to think beyond ourselves, but filled with such lust and sexual greed that we’d do almost anything for a fuck, to come, to ease the ache. She gave me a sultry smile and shocked the hell out of me when she said, “Fuck me, Chad... I’m fucking begging you. Make me cum with your big, thick cock.”
I hooked my hands beneath her knees, lifted her legs high, and plunged my cock so far into her pussy that she screamed and arched with the pleasure.
As I slammed into her again and again, her muscles fisting around my dick like a tight wet glove, her hands clutching at my arms, I felt like I’d come home. I found both pleasure and pain buried balls deep in her hot, wet, pulsing cunt.
We came together, tensing, seizing, flexing, loudly, like the old days, and fell into each other’s arms.
Zoe pressed her cheek to my chest and sighed.
I kissed the top of her head and prayed that this time it would last.