and practically swallowing me she goes so deep.
Jesus Christ.
As soon as I feel the orgasm start to build I tense, not wanting to blow my load inside her mouth quite yet.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She asks, her hands wrapping around my dick and pumping gently as she lays kisses on the tip. Her eyes are watering from gagging on me and the sight alone makes me want to cum but I don’t. I need to be inside her.
“Get up,” I all but growl at her. If she’s not going to fuck me, I’m going to have to take measures into my own hands.
She giggles, something I’m not used to hearing from her but something I love all too much, and crawls up my body. She tries teasing me, letting my dick feel just how wet she is but not letting me go all the way, but when I flip her over and push into her suddenly, she gasps, then moans as I start fucking her harder than I’ve ever fucked her.
“Shit, Lane,” she groans as my fingers find her clit. I’ve always made soft love to her but when she’s been teasing me like this for so long all I can think about is fucking her brains out and leaving her a puddle of tingling hands and feet. “Ah fuck!” she yells, not even trying to keep quiet this time as I slam into her. Her walls clenching around me, I feel her already starting to come undone and growl, reaching down and grabbing her nipple and pinching.
Hard.
“Jesus Christ!” She bucks her hips up to me, I’m so fucking deep and her clit is rubbing on me with each thrust. Chuckling at her need for release, I pull out and go to my knees as quickly as I can and push one, then two fingers inside her.
Fuck she’s so wet and warm and tight.
“Oh my god, Lane,” she moans. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck and bite until I feel her orgasm starting, then don’t let up until she’s screaming my name. As soon as her release starts, I sit up and slam into her again, pressing on her clit with just enough pressure to continue my release as she rides out her own orgasm on my dick.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, allowing her to milk me as I release into her. “Shit,” I hiss when her hands come down and grab my dick as I’m pulling out.
“No. Stay,” she whispers. “Jesus Christ, please stay.” She’s breathing heavily and I’m panting and she’s right. I shouldn’t go anywhere. We can clean up later. Right now I need to be right here. So I do as she asks and lay down, arms bracing myself on the sides of her head, and kissing her deeply.
“I love you, Al.”
“I love you just a little bit more, Lane.” I sigh and let her have this small victory, mostly because I’m suddenly too tired to even talk.
And that’s how we fall asleep. Wrapped and twisted in each other’s arms, full of love and tingling limbs.
***
“Mom! He’s sick again!” Tommy yells from the bathroom as I empty my lunch into the toilet for the third time today.
“Oh baby.” She walks in the bathroom and coddles me just like any mom should. Warm towel, popsicle, clean clothes.
She’s the best mom ever. Even when I’m bad she’s not mean to me. She’s awesome.
“Mommy my tummy hurts,” I cry, laying back down on the couch.”
***
Fuuuuuck.
Holy shit.
“Oh god,” I manage, stumbling out of bed. Oh my fuck.
“Lane?” Her worried voice comes from behind me as I move faster than I’ve ever moved before.
Rushing to the bathroom, I just make it to the toilet before emptying everything out of my stomach. Holy shit. Everything hurts and I can’t get off the fucking floor. What the fuck? This isn’t supposed to happen this fast!
My limbs don’t want to work without hurting, my stomach is rolling and here we go again. Puking has never been my strong suit. I don’t think it’s anyone’s strong suit, but I fucking hate it. After two rounds of getting sick and sweating like I just ran a few miles, I prop myself against the bathroom wall and try to catch my breath. I seriously feel like my stomach is on fire and I can’t get off
Jesus Christ.
As soon as I feel the orgasm start to build I tense, not wanting to blow my load inside her mouth quite yet.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She asks, her hands wrapping around my dick and pumping gently as she lays kisses on the tip. Her eyes are watering from gagging on me and the sight alone makes me want to cum but I don’t. I need to be inside her.
“Get up,” I all but growl at her. If she’s not going to fuck me, I’m going to have to take measures into my own hands.
She giggles, something I’m not used to hearing from her but something I love all too much, and crawls up my body. She tries teasing me, letting my dick feel just how wet she is but not letting me go all the way, but when I flip her over and push into her suddenly, she gasps, then moans as I start fucking her harder than I’ve ever fucked her.
“Shit, Lane,” she groans as my fingers find her clit. I’ve always made soft love to her but when she’s been teasing me like this for so long all I can think about is fucking her brains out and leaving her a puddle of tingling hands and feet. “Ah fuck!” she yells, not even trying to keep quiet this time as I slam into her. Her walls clenching around me, I feel her already starting to come undone and growl, reaching down and grabbing her nipple and pinching.
Hard.
“Jesus Christ!” She bucks her hips up to me, I’m so fucking deep and her clit is rubbing on me with each thrust. Chuckling at her need for release, I pull out and go to my knees as quickly as I can and push one, then two fingers inside her.
Fuck she’s so wet and warm and tight.
“Oh my god, Lane,” she moans. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck and bite until I feel her orgasm starting, then don’t let up until she’s screaming my name. As soon as her release starts, I sit up and slam into her again, pressing on her clit with just enough pressure to continue my release as she rides out her own orgasm on my dick.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, allowing her to milk me as I release into her. “Shit,” I hiss when her hands come down and grab my dick as I’m pulling out.
“No. Stay,” she whispers. “Jesus Christ, please stay.” She’s breathing heavily and I’m panting and she’s right. I shouldn’t go anywhere. We can clean up later. Right now I need to be right here. So I do as she asks and lay down, arms bracing myself on the sides of her head, and kissing her deeply.
“I love you, Al.”
“I love you just a little bit more, Lane.” I sigh and let her have this small victory, mostly because I’m suddenly too tired to even talk.
And that’s how we fall asleep. Wrapped and twisted in each other’s arms, full of love and tingling limbs.
***
“Mom! He’s sick again!” Tommy yells from the bathroom as I empty my lunch into the toilet for the third time today.
“Oh baby.” She walks in the bathroom and coddles me just like any mom should. Warm towel, popsicle, clean clothes.
She’s the best mom ever. Even when I’m bad she’s not mean to me. She’s awesome.
“Mommy my tummy hurts,” I cry, laying back down on the couch.”
***
Fuuuuuck.
Holy shit.
“Oh god,” I manage, stumbling out of bed. Oh my fuck.
“Lane?” Her worried voice comes from behind me as I move faster than I’ve ever moved before.
Rushing to the bathroom, I just make it to the toilet before emptying everything out of my stomach. Holy shit. Everything hurts and I can’t get off the fucking floor. What the fuck? This isn’t supposed to happen this fast!
My limbs don’t want to work without hurting, my stomach is rolling and here we go again. Puking has never been my strong suit. I don’t think it’s anyone’s strong suit, but I fucking hate it. After two rounds of getting sick and sweating like I just ran a few miles, I prop myself against the bathroom wall and try to catch my breath. I seriously feel like my stomach is on fire and I can’t get off
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