because damn he was fine. “I’ve dreamt of you naked,” I say running my hands all over his skin. “But this is so much better.”
Moving to his jeans, I get them down to his ankles with no issue. Kicking them away and facing me I about passed out. He was real, I didn’t imagine it. He was here, and this was happening. Stepping forward and bringing us together, his dick is just under my tits, and it felt amazing. Taking it in my hands, I memorize the shape, stroke it and when he groans, I do it again. Placing his hands above my head on the wall, I move him around in my hands, fast, slow and then he stops me before I can drop fully to my knees.
“I’m going to take you,” he says lifting my chin and holding it in place, so our eyes connect. “And when I do, you do not break this connection, you watch me, I watch you, got it?”
“Got it,” I nod trying to get back to this blowjob. But, he had other ideas, like talking…
“Ever fuck with feelings before?”
“No.”
“Me either,” he says getting serious. “Wanna see what it’s about?”
“Yes,” I say hoping his hands start working once his mouth stops.
“Good answer,” he says reaching for me. But then his speech got me thinking, and it wasn’t the warm and fuzzies. It was that this could blow up in my face, destroy us, destroy me, if it didn’t work out. Fantasies are fun because it’s about the what ifs, the if onlys. I may play in a man’s world but I think and feel like a woman, so casual with Gage would not work with me. I didn’t want to lose my friend over this. And I certainly couldn’t go back to following him, watching him with other women if this didn’t work out either.
“Hey, Gage?”
“Yeah, beauty?”
“We do this; it changes things.”
“I know,” he whispers and it’s when his eyes soften that my doubt falls away. “It’s going to change everything .” Sucking in a breath he continues, “I’ll make this good for you,” he promises, and I had no doubt that he would, eventually . “You need to understand that this is it, that it’s us now. No other man ever touches you.”
“No other woman ever touches you either,” I say right back. Too many already have as it is and trust me I know where every one of those bitches sleep too. It’s a miracle that I didn’t whack them all when I was premenstrual.
“I find out he does, he dies.”
“Ditto,”
“Good, now beauty?” he says pushing me down to my knees. “Jack me.”
With his hands still on the wall, his dick in my face with his hot breath all around me, I did exactly that. He wanted this, needed it and I was desperate to give it to him. I wanted to be better than those that came before me. Latching on, I find my rhythm and as he tenses and groans, I lean in and suck his balls into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he yells out pushing his weight down on me. I had one nostril that allowed airflow so I wasn’t complaining and when he started chanting Hail Marys; I wanted to pat myself on the back. “Pull back, beauty,” he orders me and slowing down I start to pout about it. I was killing that blow job, and now it’s… “Your stomach is still tender,” he says helping me to my feet. Stomach? I have a stomach? “So I’m going to ask you to---”
“If you ask me to wait until I’m healed, I will cut you,” I ground out.
“Ride me,” he finishes pulling me back to the bench. “I’ll do all the work, but I don’t want you hurting when I take you.”
“Ride you,” I repeat. “You want me to ride you.”
“And I’ll do the lifting,” he says pulling me over to straddle him. “But I need that pussy, now .”
“Baby,” I pretend to pout while I climb on, “You’ve got this all wrong.”
“Camo---” he tries, losing patience with me.
“See,” I tell him reaching for his dick again now that we’re seated, “I like working. In fact, some might call me a cockaholic.”
“Are you gonna sit on this dick or what, beauty?”
“Oh,
Moving to his jeans, I get them down to his ankles with no issue. Kicking them away and facing me I about passed out. He was real, I didn’t imagine it. He was here, and this was happening. Stepping forward and bringing us together, his dick is just under my tits, and it felt amazing. Taking it in my hands, I memorize the shape, stroke it and when he groans, I do it again. Placing his hands above my head on the wall, I move him around in my hands, fast, slow and then he stops me before I can drop fully to my knees.
“I’m going to take you,” he says lifting my chin and holding it in place, so our eyes connect. “And when I do, you do not break this connection, you watch me, I watch you, got it?”
“Got it,” I nod trying to get back to this blowjob. But, he had other ideas, like talking…
“Ever fuck with feelings before?”
“No.”
“Me either,” he says getting serious. “Wanna see what it’s about?”
“Yes,” I say hoping his hands start working once his mouth stops.
“Good answer,” he says reaching for me. But then his speech got me thinking, and it wasn’t the warm and fuzzies. It was that this could blow up in my face, destroy us, destroy me, if it didn’t work out. Fantasies are fun because it’s about the what ifs, the if onlys. I may play in a man’s world but I think and feel like a woman, so casual with Gage would not work with me. I didn’t want to lose my friend over this. And I certainly couldn’t go back to following him, watching him with other women if this didn’t work out either.
“Hey, Gage?”
“Yeah, beauty?”
“We do this; it changes things.”
“I know,” he whispers and it’s when his eyes soften that my doubt falls away. “It’s going to change everything .” Sucking in a breath he continues, “I’ll make this good for you,” he promises, and I had no doubt that he would, eventually . “You need to understand that this is it, that it’s us now. No other man ever touches you.”
“No other woman ever touches you either,” I say right back. Too many already have as it is and trust me I know where every one of those bitches sleep too. It’s a miracle that I didn’t whack them all when I was premenstrual.
“I find out he does, he dies.”
“Ditto,”
“Good, now beauty?” he says pushing me down to my knees. “Jack me.”
With his hands still on the wall, his dick in my face with his hot breath all around me, I did exactly that. He wanted this, needed it and I was desperate to give it to him. I wanted to be better than those that came before me. Latching on, I find my rhythm and as he tenses and groans, I lean in and suck his balls into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he yells out pushing his weight down on me. I had one nostril that allowed airflow so I wasn’t complaining and when he started chanting Hail Marys; I wanted to pat myself on the back. “Pull back, beauty,” he orders me and slowing down I start to pout about it. I was killing that blow job, and now it’s… “Your stomach is still tender,” he says helping me to my feet. Stomach? I have a stomach? “So I’m going to ask you to---”
“If you ask me to wait until I’m healed, I will cut you,” I ground out.
“Ride me,” he finishes pulling me back to the bench. “I’ll do all the work, but I don’t want you hurting when I take you.”
“Ride you,” I repeat. “You want me to ride you.”
“And I’ll do the lifting,” he says pulling me over to straddle him. “But I need that pussy, now .”
“Baby,” I pretend to pout while I climb on, “You’ve got this all wrong.”
“Camo---” he tries, losing patience with me.
“See,” I tell him reaching for his dick again now that we’re seated, “I like working. In fact, some might call me a cockaholic.”
“Are you gonna sit on this dick or what, beauty?”
“Oh,
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