Gabriel
I take a minute to look at her. To really savor my fuck for tonight. Those liquid chocolate eyes, that fat pillow of a lower lip, those pert tits I already know are perfect.
She stands there and lets me lead her in the room, trying not to smile, clearly hardly able to wait much longer.
I shove her to the wall.
Well, I won’t make her wait any longer.
I grab her zipper and pull down. I pull as slowly as I can, leaning into her, my forehead against hers, staring into her eyes, enjoying the tortured look there.
Finally, she grabs the zipper herself and yanks down. Her dress flops to the floor, her tits jiggling with their newfound freedom.
I flip her around, slap her ass, which jiggles with its punishment.
Pressing her to the wall with my entire body, I hiss, “We’re teaching you to listen, remember?”
She struggles, hisses back, “You didn’t say anything.”
I press into her harder, so my dick is burrowing into her thick ass cheeks.
“I didn’t, did I?”
She sighs, then sticks out her ass further, starts grinding it against my dick, red ruffles swaying as her olive cheeks move against my jeans.
I unzip them.
God, I want to take this little slut now.
I step back.
No, just a little longer now. I’m enjoying this too much.
I stick my finger in her, one then the other.
Oh yes. She’s wet already.
As I jerk my finger in her and her huge ass trembles with pleasure, she lets out little murmurs of pleasure.
Just wait until my dick’s in you, little slut.
She bends over and spreads her legs further, sticking her ass up.
“Please,” she groans, “Just take me now.”
I slap her ass, and shove her so hard she hits the wall.
She trembles with pleasure, while my dick twitches with it.
Shit, she’s practically dripping.
“Oh God,” she moans.
I shove my dick between her ass cheeks deeper, and she whimpers.
I pet her, growl into her ear.
“Not yet, little slut.”
I reach around and grab her breast, her nipple taut already, just begging to be played with. I indulge gladly, tug and swat it, knead it between my fingers.
My other hand she lifts to her lips, starts sucking my index finger, twirling her tongue around it expertly.
“Turn around,” I command.
She does and, my eyes on hers, I shove myself in between her legs.
Her eyes flutter closed, while her lips part, a groan slipping out.
I pause for a second, my cock reveling in how tight and wet her cunt is.
Her eyes open, half-lidded, her lips part again, her breath shallow already. She’s panting for it.
I pull out partway, throw myself back in and get to work. My hands on either side of her hips, lifting her slightly like she’s a doll, her vanilla raven hair sliding across my chest, I fuck her good and hard, just like I wanted to the first second I saw her.
Each slam of our bodies together sends both of us trembling. Her nipples are hard nubs of bliss, her hands grasping at my face, my chest, my butt, delirious with pleasure. She’s so wet, her juice is running down my leg, her moaned words are incomprehensible, sound like they’re a different language.
But when her whole body starts shaking, I understand.
For my part, I’ve been ready to cum since the second I was in her tight pussy.
I ramp up the pace until she’s howling for it, until finally I start pouring into her and she collapses back to the floor while I jerk myself all over her.
I can hardly believe how much cum pours out of me, how much warm whiteness I let rain upon her pretty eager face.
When I’m done, she flops back onto the floor, limbs spread like a snow angel, her chest rising and falling with each exhausted breath.
I leave for the bathroom and return with two robes and a Kleenex. I kneel down, pet her head, hand her the Kleenex.
I put on my robe and, when I turn back, she’s in the same position, except the Kleenex is stuck on her face.
That funny little whore.
I lie down beside her, whisper in her ear, “I don’t know if that’s where the Kleenex goes.”
Her still red lips are visible beyond the white sheet. They smile and say, “I can only know that I know nothing.”
I lift the Kleenex, scrutinize her closed-eyed, blissful face, ask, “War and Peace?”
A smirk works its way onto my face before she can respond; I know the answer already. There’s no way.
Her eyes open with momentary comprehension, then she nods solemnly. Giggles, then, eyes closing, her head flops to the side.
And just like that, she’s asleep.
I wipe off her face, then pick her up and tuck her into bed. I watch her for a minute, this beautiful stranger. This woman I’ve gone and had tonight, known the most intimate way you can, and yet whom, as I watch her soft contented breathing, I realize I don’t know at all.