“The bet isn’t over for another three hours,” I said, as Barton came inside and I shut the door behind him. “Are you going to wait here until then?”

“No,” Barton replied with a firm shake of the head. “I’m fucking done waiting.”

“So I win the—”

“Be quiet.” His hand reached out and his fingers caressed my soft cheeks. I couldn’t have spoken now, even if I’d wanted to.

Barton pulled me toward him and placed his lips on mine before I could come to terms with what was happening. With our lips locked, we stumbled down the hall until we made it into my bedroom where we collapsed down onto the bed.

He pulled me on top of him, and yanked the t-shirt off over my head. I’d been home alone all day, and that meant no bra. The second he saw my nipples, his head lifted up off the bed to take one in his mouth, while his hand reached down between my legs to feel the warmth through my tatty old gym shorts.

I peeled his t-shirt off and wrapped my arms around his back, holding him close to me and letting the warmth spread from my body to his. The throbbing between my legs became impossible to ignore as I felt his cock stiffen against my sex.

Barton read my mind. He rolled me onto my back and knelt between my legs, looking down at me longingly as if he’d never seen a pair of breasts before.

“I could stare at you all day,” he whispered, only just loud enough for me to hear.

“I’d rather you fucked me.”

Barton smiled and laughed gently. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

He quickly slipped off his pants and boxers in one smooth motion, revealing the nine-inch monster that I’d somehow fit into my mouth a few days ago. Now it would be going straight between my legs.

I gasped in anticipation as Barton climbed back onto the bed and kissed both of my breasts and then my belly button. His delicate kisses made their way down to my shorts before he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband and dragged them down my legs, taking my panties with them.

“Wow,” he remarked, as he stared at my sex, which glistened with my excitement. “Just, wow. I cannot wait to taste you.”

Barton kissed the inside of my thighs, slowly making his way towards my slick pussy. I reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling him up towards.

“No,” I whispered. “I don’t want that. Just fuck me. Please.”

“Are you begging?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I’m begging.”

I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. Two fingers immediately slipped inside my dripping entrance.

“You’re so wet,” Barton growled.

“I’m ready.” I reached down between his legs and took hold of his cock, tugging on it and guiding him towards my sex.

Barton moaned deeply, but then pulled away. “I’ve got a condom in my pants,” Barton said softly. He tried to move away from me, but I locked my legs around him and didn’t let go.

“Do we need it?” I asked. “I’m on the pill. I’ve never actually had sex without protection, so I’m clean.”

“Me too. I’m always safe, and I’ve had a test recently. Are you sure?”

As he spoke, the tip of his cock brushed lightly against my clit. I closed my eyes and let out a loud sigh.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Fuck me, Barton.”

He kept his cock against my clit while he reached down and slid his fingers back inside me. Already he’d been deeper inside me than the other guy I’d fucked, and he hadn’t even stuck that… that thing inside me yet.

“Enough with the foreplay,” I whispered. “Fingers out, cock in.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He removed his fingers and guided his cock down to my opening. He pressed it in enough to open me up and then stopped.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispered.

“I’m not a virgin,” I moaned, trying to wriggle my hips to get more of his cock in me. “Stick it inside me. Now.”

Barton rocked his hips and worked his way inside me inch by glorious, pulsating inch. I moaned deeply at the initial feeling of pain as his cock entered unexplored territory, and then groaned loudly as the sensation of being completely full took over all my senses. I couldn’t feel the bed underneath me. There was just me and Barton’s huge cock inside me; nothing else.

My pussy throbbed around his cock, encouraging him to give me more. Deeper. Harder.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded and rocked my hips in response. “Don’t hold back,” I pleaded. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

He hesitated, but when I dug my nails into his back he thrust himself hard and deep into my core. His mound rocked gently against my clit, while his cock pressed against the sensitive spots inside me that had me gasping for breath as I came closer and closer to surrendering myself to him.

It wasn’t his cock that sent me over the edge. His hands held mine tightly above my head as his lips came down to mine. The second our mouths touched, I exploded with a fire that quickly burned through my body. I bit his lip as the intensity left me with no self control. Muscles were shaking and my body parts were flailing everywhere.

I gasped loudly as he kept thrusting inside me, until his hands gripped mine tighter and I felt his own explosion erupt inside me. The feeling of his juices filling me was so surreal, so hot, so naughty, that it almost had me coming again.

Instead I lie there as still as I could, only my chest refusing to calm down, as it rose and fell with each breath. Barton eventually rolled off me and immediately wrapped his arm around my body.

“We’re going to do that again, right?” Barton asked.

I wondered how many times he’d been asked that question himself. How many times had he laughed them off, or lied to them?

“Yes,” I replied through a heavy breath. “We should most definitely do that again.”