Letting Go

Riding in the Uber—tucked under his arm, engulfed in his cologne—I know what I want. If I heard him right he had a thing for me back in the day. Which means he should be down for what I have in mind.

I feel this connection between us. I know he does too. At least, that’s what it feels like the look in his eyes is saying.

I unlock the door and turn to face him before walking into the house. He looks down at me with desire and curiosity in his. I reach for the zipper of his coat and pull it down. My hands go inside and become consumed by his heat.

“I don’t think you should go to your room, when we go inside,” I say.

“No?” he says leaning in to place his forehead to mine.

“No,” I shake my head. “Have you ever wanted to just let go?”

“Sometimes,” he replies.

“Good, tonight, I think we both should let go. I had a crush on you, Roark. I think I still—

Before I can get the words out he crushes my lips. His assault consumes me with a blaze. I open my mouth and his tongue dives in. I moan and a deep groan comes from his throat.

“Roark,” I yelp, when he dips and lifts me onto his waist.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he pants, pushing into the house with me in his arms.

He takes my lips again and kisses me deeply. I cup his face and take as much as I’m getting. His kisses are like fire. I want more, so much more.

His heavy footfalls carry us into my bedroom. I wiggle out of my coat and toss it away. Roark’s hands go to my ass and squeeze.

My panties are soaked inside my jeans. I need out of these clothes before I combust. Seeming to read my thoughts, he starts to pull my sweater over my head.

His eyes fall to my breasts, the hungry look in them sends a shiver through me. He moves us over to the bed, where he places me gently. He shrugs off his coat before tearing his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the side.

I lick my lips as my eyes eat him up. He toes off his boots and opens his jeans. I reach to unfasten my bra, but he shakes his head.

“Don’t. I want to enjoy unwrapping you,” he says, his voice heavy with lust.

I nod and wait my turn, as he shoves down his jeans, revealing his boxer briefs. His thick erection strains against the fabric, demanding release. Roark moves to me on the bed and drops to his knees before me.

He takes his time looking me over as if deciding where he wants to start. His long fingers wrap around my ankle and free my left foot from my heel, before doing the same with the other leg.

“You have adorable feet,” he says.

He lifts his hand to the button of my jeans and unfastens it. It feels like it takes forever for him to release the zipper and tug the fabric down my hips. His eyes remain on mine. It’s almost like he’s waiting for me to change my mind.

That’s not going to happen. I’m so ready for this. I’ve wanted this man for a long time. I’ll admit that to myself.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, cupping my mounds in his palms.

I push my hand into the front of his hair and poke my chest out, pleading for his attention. He dips his head and kisses the tops of my breast, moving from one to the other. He peels the cup down on the right side. His tongue lavishes my tightened peak.

My eyes roll back. His heated mouth feels so good against my skin. I cry out and tighten my grasp on his hair. He groans, reaching for my hips to draw me closer to him.

“Roark,” I moan.

“Yes, baby,” he replies. “You want me to eat that hot pussy?”

“Yes, please.”

He tilts me back with a hand in the center of my chest. I look down my body to watch him peel my panties from my skin. He licks his lips, as his eyes zone in on my center.

His lip tucks between his teeth, causing my belly to quiver. He looks so sexy, the want in his face has me in my feelings. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and moves in with a tortuously slow pace.

“Mm,” he groans as he inhales me.

My hips lift off the bed when he takes his first lick. His hands cup my thighs holding me down, as he pushes in more and devours me. I watch his blond head bob between my legs, as he holds a tight grasp.

His sounds of pleasure mix with mine. I try to crawl back away from him, but he follows me up the bed. My heart feels like it’s going to burst through my chest.

“Fuck,” I scream out. “Oh my God.”

“You have me starving for this pussy. Stop running, baby,” he demands.

My head thrashes, as he returns to his task, adding his fingers to stretch me while sending me over the edge. My body shakes with my orgasm, as my juices drip down between my cheeks. I pant, trying to hold onto the sheets beneath me.

“You like that?” He asks as he hovers over my lips.

My tongue flicks out over his mouth, tasting my essence on his. I push him on to his back and call on all my energy to follow. My eyes lock with his.

“How long has it been since you’ve had head?” I ask seductively.

He bites his lip and groans. His eyes narrow on me. I wait for his answer.

“Over five years,” he says as his erection throbs in his shorts.

Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I tug them down his hips. I get them down to his ankles and he kicks them the rest of the way off. Settling between his legs, I inhale his scent, as I look up at him through my lashes. He smiles back at me.

I lick from beneath his balls to the front, until I get to the root of his dick. Taking a long slow trip to the tip, I savor his flavor. He releases a loud long groan that turns into a loud whoosh of air when I take him to the back of my throat in one pass.

“Oh shit,” he grunts.

Yeah, I’ve perfected this skill. My ex used to come home whistling, knowing I would give him the brains of his life. I think I put something extra into this for Roark.

I make this wet, sloppy, and nasty. My fingers are in my pussy, while I work him with my mouth and other hand. Roark sits up on his elbows to watch. I let drool cover my hand, as I pump him. His legs are moving all over the place at my sides as if he doesn’t know what to do with them.

“Damn, baby,” he says huskily.

I moan in pleasure. He’s the perfect size. Not too big, not too long. He’s just thick enough and long enough to enjoy and relish. But there are no mistakes to be made, he’s above average.

“I’m coming,” he says tightly.

“Mm, then come,” I say around his tip, before taking him in deep all over again.

I don’t have to ask twice. He comes hard down the back of my throat. I hum in pleasure as I swallow it. Roark watches me with awe in his eyes.

“I need condoms. I want you,” he says.

I climb up his body, resting on his stomach. Leaning over for the side table, I reach in and pull out a few foil packets. I toss the extras on the tabletop and bite into the one left in my hand.

His heavy dick is poking me in my back as if he didn’t just come. I shift to roll the condom in place. His hands grasp my hips, as he flips me onto my back. He has my legs over his forearms as he thrusts into me.

“Roark,” I cry out, as he stretches me.

He stills, looking into my eyes. He feels so good pulsing inside me. Cupping his face, I bring his lips to mine. He deepens the kiss as his hips start to move.

I whimper into his mouth. Roark doesn’t hold back. He dives in, pounding at my pussy in the best way. I don’t have to tell him how I like it. He gives it to me just the way I need it as if we’ve done this together before.

“Damn, you’re so tight. Your pussy is so good, baby,” he croons, looking down into my face. “I’m sorry. I know I’m slaying this shit. Tell me if you need me to back off.”

I shake my head. “No, please. Just like that. It feels so good. I can take more,” I pant.

“Fuck,” he growls and starts to really give his all.

His stroke game is off the hook. He works in combinations that don’t give my pussy a chance to recover. But those long strokes, those are my undoing.

I gush around him, as my body jerks beneath him. He dips his head and latches onto my breast and I lose my shit. I scream his name like he’s committing murder. To think of it, he is.

He just rocks his way right through my orgasm. When he lets up, I think he’s done. So wrong, so very wrong. He flips me onto my stomach and laps at me from behind. His strong fingers part my cheeks, as he buries his face between them.

“Oh my God,” I cry.

I come beneath him again, but he’s not finished. His hand comes down to slap my ass before he places a palm over my head. He uses his hips to walk my body towards the headboard. When he stops my head is tucked between my shoulders, my back is pressed to the headboard and my ass is in the air.

“You good, baby?” He asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good,” he says, before plunging back into me.

I use my arms to hold on to the sheets, as he pounds me into the headboard. Pulling my legs around the top of his torso, Roark puts in that work. Slapping my ass a few times while tearing it up.

Well, damn. Is it always like this?

“You like that, baby?” I ask as I slap her fat ass again.

“Yes,” she whimpers, as she gushes around me.

I grasp the headboard and really start to nail her to it. I should be more gentle with her, but all I’ve ever known has been fucking. I’ve never had someone to make love to. I want that with Allison, eventually.

Although, right now, I’m fucking the shit out of her. This tight pussy is too good to do anything but. I bite my lip as sweat drenches my face. It starts to drip on to her ass.

I have no idea why that turns me on. The sight of my sweat on her skin and my cock thrusting in and out of her brown and pink pussy are driving me insane. Not to mention the sound of my hips, slapping her cheeks with each pound.

“Fuck, Allison. I want to come all in this pussy,” I groan.

I think back to her sucking my cock and swallowing my seed. My groin tightens and I swell inside her. I’m not going to last too much longer.

“Please, Roark, please,” she cries.

“Come with me, baby,” I demand, reaching for her clit.

Her loud screams have me shuddering with my own climax. I come so hard, my scalp tingles and my chest feels tight. I’ve never come like this before.

“Fuck,” I roar.

My head goes to the headboard, as I catch my breath. Allison wiggles free of the position I’ve placed her in. Shifting, I lie on my side and pull her into me. Placing a kiss on her shoulder, I inhale.

Appreciate the moment while you can. You’re going to have to leave now.