“What—I—” I said, stumbling over my words, my eyes focusing on Tyler’s cock, long and hard and thick. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, even though I felt myself blushing, and I thought I could feel my knees go weak as the thought passed through my mind, wondering what it would be like to take him inside of me.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, staring at my face, making no move to cover himself.

“I forgot my phone,” I said. “I didn’t see it in the living room—I think I left it in your bathroom.”

“Feel free to grab it,” he said in a soft, inviting voice. I blushed even deeper somehow, chewing on my lip.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking about, Ali? You look curious.”

“Yes,” I breathed, though I knew I shouldn’t.

“I was thinking about you riding me,” he said. “Feeling that tight little pussy taking my cock.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling a gush of moisture between my legs.

“Come ride my cock, angel,” he said, beckoning me over.

“I—I shouldn’t,” I said. “We shouldn’t.”

He grinned at me.

“Can you say no?” he asked.

I bit my lip. We both knew the answer to that question. “I’ve never—” I said. “I’m too heavy.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Get over here,” he said, wrapping his hand around his cock again, stroking it up and down. “I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”

I moved across the room, then, giving in, and he sat up on the bed and reached for me. He pulled my face to his, taking my mouth in a deep, hot kiss that made me even wetter. His hands reached down, trying to lift my dress, but I stopped him, shaking my head.

“I want to leave it on,” I said to him. I had always been shy about my body, the curves of it, nowhere near the size of the skinny girls he liked. I couldn’t stand the thought of him getting turned off by what I looked like—if I saw a look of disgust on his face, it would ruin everything for me. He stared into my eyes, pulling my face down to kiss me softly.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he said against my lips. “I want to see every part of you.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I want all of you, Ali.”

I stared at him, saw the tenderness in his eyes, the genuineness there. I took a deep breath and let go of his hands, allowing him to pull my dress off, instinctively covering my soft belly with my arms. He pulled them down, leaning forward and nuzzling my stomach, kissing just below my naval. He reached around me to unfasten my bra, pulling it off, letting my breasts spill forward. He took one into his mouth, sucking tenderly on my nipple as his hands pushed my panties down my hips.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, kissing my belly again, pulling me into the bed with him. He laid on his back, moving me forward, pulling me on top of his face. I tried to squirm away, embarrassed, afraid that I would crush him beneath my weight. He held me tight, wrapping his arms around my thighs, bringing his mouth to my pussy and licking it once with a soft growl.

“Tyler, I can’t—I’m too—”

“If you say you’re too heavy again, I’m going to spank you,” he said in a gruff voice. My pussy grew even wetter at that, dripping onto his lips. He chuckled.

“Not much of a punishment then, I guess,” he said, and started to lick me again, pulling me forward onto his face. I tried to hold myself up, but the more he licked and sucked on my clit, the more I settled down on him, beginning to grind against his tongue. I couldn’t help it—my self-consciousness disappeared and I started to moan, humping against him as he devoured me from below. His tongue focused on my clit, flicking against it, and I put my hands in his hair, holding him closer as I rode against his face. I came all over his tongue, my pussy throbbing, trembling as I erupted on his face. I lifted myself off of him and scooted backward, sitting on his hips instead. He reached over into his drawer, pulling a condom out and slipping it on, getting ready for me to take his cock. I took it in my hand and aimed it inside of me, closing my eyes as I sank down and took him completely into my pussy.

“God,” he said, his voice gravelly, immediately started to lift his hips against mine. I tentatively started to move against him, nervous about doing it wrong. He seemed to sense my anxiety, because he brought his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.

“Do what feels good, Ali,” he said, kissing me again, then again. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock. I want you to use me. Will you do that for me, angel?”

His words made my hips speed up, rocking against him, whimpering and unable to answer. It felt so good, so fulfilling taking his cock again and again, moving in a natural rhythm for my body. He stayed still, letting me use him, lifting his face to suck on my nipples, sending even more pleasure through my body. His breathing started to speed up, pulling me closer, his hips started to move as he buried his face in my breasts. The movement of his hips hit the sweet spot within me, so good and perfect that I came all over his cock, whimpering as I did so. My hips kept moving, wanting more, my clit throbbing and needy. He flipped me over then and onto my back, not pulling out of me, beginning to grind into the back of my pussy in shallow, hard strokes.

“I could do this all fucking day,” he said, moving in and out of me, reaching down to rub my clit with two fingers.

“Good,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around him, my lips parting in a moan as his thrusts grew longer and faster, his hips losing control against mine. I felt myself come again, whimpering in pleasure, riding against him until I felt him finish soon afterward.

Afterward, he pulled me on top again so that I was laying on his chest, no longer self-conscious or holding myself up. I sank into him and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing me softly on the lips. There was a smile on his face that made my heart flutter.

“What?” I asked him as he studied me, chuckling, pushing my hair back from my face.

“I remember you used to hate me,” he said. “And now you’re here.”

“You were an asshole,” I said.

He laughed. “You weren’t exactly nice.”

“I know,” I said, kissing him. “I thought you were someone else.”

“What do you think now that you know who I am?” he asked. “Do you like me now?”

“I do,” I said to him. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said, kissing my neck. “I was about to go to Esther with some crazy stories, get you in trouble.”

I laughed. “She would totally believe you. She wants your dick.”

“Too bad I’m interested in somebody else,” he said. I smiled at him, nuzzling his cheek before I rested my head on his chest. I fell asleep a few moments later, wrapped around his body, feeling comfortable and content in my own for the first time.