Chapter 31

Jessi

Grabbing him by the shirt with both hands, I pulled Chris toward me until his lips collided with mine. I stepped us through the front door of my apartment and slammed the door behind him. His hands fell to my lips, backing me out of the kitchen and moving me through the living room. I could feel his cock growing, and pressing against me as he led me through my apartment he’d come to know so well.

I knew where he was headed and I had no issues with it.

We turned into my room and Chris slammed the door behind him. His hands were all over me as my head spun with the alcohol I had consumed. I wanted him. More than I could possibly stand. Gone was my plan to hurt him, and gone was the heartache I felt towards him. Gone were the stressors holding me back, and in their place was the only emotion that had ever existed since the moment I first laid eyes on Chris.

Love.

I wanted to love Chris.

Sitting him down on the edge of the bed, I stood in front of him. My hips swayed to a tune I started humming as Chris palmed his cock. I slipped my dress off my shoulders and allowed the fabric to pool on the floor at my feet, my hips rolling for his viewing pleasure. His eyes raked up and down my form. Drinking me in as he slid his pants off his legs. He pulled his cock out and stroked it, watching as every piece of fabric slowly fell away from my body.

I swiveled my hips and turned around, shaking my ass for him as I bent over. I grabbed my ankles and peeked between my legs, smiling as him as my pussy opened up for him to see. His eyes were growing hungry. Hooded. Lustful as his tongue licked his lips. I turned around and played with my tits, pulling at my nipples as I backed into my vanity.

“Oh, Chris. Fuck, the things you to do me.”

“You like thinking about me? Hmm? About my thick cock filling that tight pussy of yours?”

“Oh yes,” I said. “I think about it way more than I should. Oh, I dream about it, Chris. About you and your hands. And your tongue. And your body.”

I slid back onto my vanity and propped my heel up on the chair. I spread my legs for him, dipping my fingers in between my pussy folds. I found my throbbing clit and watched him as he stroked his cock. My juices were pouring down my ass crack, leaking for him as my hips began to roll. I moaned and bucked, my leg shaking as I played with my clit.

“Fuck, Jessi. I love you spread for me like that.”

I kept circling and pressing. Moaning and whimpering. My body was jolting and my leg was quaking and there was no stopping the course I was on. I spread my legs wider. Propping them on any surface I could reach.

“Chris. Yes! Lick that pussy. Lick that pussy. Lick that pussy.”

I felt something warm against my hand and I gasped with delight. My toes curled as a pair of hands dug into the meat of my thighs. I threw my head back into my mirror, sending it crashing off the wall. I arched my hips into Chris’ tongue, my body losing control as my hands gripped the edges of my vanity.

“Yes, Chris! Yes! Chris—oh!”

My body shook as I came onto his tongue. My world was collapsing and the ground underneath me was undulating. Chris pressed my knees further apart, opening my body fully to him as he stood to his feet. His cock slicked up my folds, coating himself in my dripping arousal as his eyes fell onto my face.

Then he slid in, fucking me hard against my own damn vanity.

Lipsticks and perfumes and foundations crashed to the floor. My chair went tumbling and the mirror shattered on the floor. Chris’s hips snapped against mine, his lips wrapping around my pert nipples. I raked my hands through his hair. I grabbed onto the thick muscles of his back. I felt myself falling into the darkened abyss of his smells and his sounds as he growled into my neck.

“Your pussy—fuck—incredible—shit.”

I came around his cock as he plucked me from my vanity. He spilled us onto the bed, my pussy throbbing around his dick. He tossed my legs over his shoulders and folded me in half, pinning my hands above my head.

I didn’t even have time to breathe before he started pounding into me again.

His curls raked across my clit as his tongue met mine. Our lips collided as fire ignited in my toes, flexing my thighs and rendering me speechless. His cock kept growing. Pulsing against my walls and splitting me apart. His throat swallowed my desperate moans as his sweat began dripping onto my body.

“Don’t stop. Chris. Don’t stop—oh yes. Fuck. Shit. Oh, make me cum. Make me cum, Chris. Do it. Please.”

His balls smacked against my ass as he stood up onto his feet. He grabbed my ankles and crossed my legs, tightening my pussy around his cock. My jaw unhinged with pleasure as drones of ecstasy fell from my lips.

My back arched off the bed as another orgasm crashed over my body.

I kept pulling his cock in. Pulling it deeper into my dripping pussy. My eyes were screwed shut and my toes were curled. My thighs were shaking and my body was contracting. I curled my nails into his thighs as he knelt onto the bed, sliding into me one last time.

Then his face fell into the crook of my neck as he coated my walls with his cum.

“Jessi. My sweet girl. Fuck, you feel so good. Like home. Sweet girl. Oh—holy shit.”

I threw my arms around his body and held him as close as I could. My legs felt like Jell-O and my head was spinning, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was that he stayed. He fell asleep against my body and kept me warm for the night. I peppered his naked shoulder with kisses as his forehead soaked the crook of my neck. His muscles twitched against me, sending shivers of pride up my spine.

“Stay with me,” I said, breathlessly.

And I smiled with joy when I felt him nod.