The Makeover by Thayer King

he said. He couldn’t take much more of her wicked motions or he’d explode in his pants.
    She stood and shimmied out of her shorts and panties. Greg could only stare at her in awe. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky. Not only was she kind enough to have offered to help him, she was incredibly beautiful. Even better, she was willing to date him . She could have any man she wanted. Greg suffered from no delusions. He’d never been popular. He wasn’t rich. His looks were passable. He was the type of guy women looked over. He was a nice guy. In other words—simply friend material. He was the guy women turned to for help with their homework or with malfunctioning computers. They rarely viewed him as a man with feelings and needs of his own.
    Mykal placed her hands on her waist and smiled at him. “Are you going to get undressed or what?”
    “Yes.” He lifted his butt and shoved down his shorts and underwear.
    “Do you have protection?”
    “Damn. Upstairs.” He glanced down at his dick. He was in no shape to walk, let alone negotiate stairs.
    She flashed him a grin. “I’ll get them.” Greg watched as she bounded upstairs. He gripped his cock and pumped it a few times to relieve the throbbing ache. Thankfully, Mykal was quick. Perhaps she was almost as eager to be with him as he was to be with her. She placed the foil square on the couch next to him.
    “Only one?”
    She laughed. “If you want more, you’ll have to get them yourself.” Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she climbed on top of him and fused her mouth to his. He moaned as her tongue tangled with his. She fitted her sex over his cock and began to move on him once more. Her wet heat called to him. He couldn’t wait to be inside her again. Greg could only pray that she was ready to take him.
    He ran h is hands down her back and gripped her lush ass. Her skin was unbelievably soft. “Mykal, now .” He grabbed the condom and ripped the wrapper open with his teeth. She lifted off him enough to give him room to don the latex. Once that was done, he stroked his tip through her moist folds before centering on her opening.
    Mykal came down slowly, her pussy engulfing the head of his cock and little more before she stopped, gasping. She bit her lip and her nails dug into his skin.
    He dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He tugged on her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and rotated her hips. Thrusting up, Greg worked with her until he was buried inside her to the hilt. “Oh, God, Greg,” she moaned, her voice unsteady. Groaning, his head fell to the back of the couch. She was incredibly tight.
    Mykal rose over him and slid down again gradually. He held still to give her time to get used to him. He crushed the sofa cushion beneath him to keep himself from grabbing her and fucking up into the sweetest pussy he’d ever known. He gritted his teeth, praying she would be able to go faster soon.
    Yet after several minutes, she hadn’t increased her pace. Just continued to slide up and down his cock with a torturously, languid precision. She was about to make him lose his tenuous hold on his sanity. “Mykal, please,” he rasped. “Fuck me faster.”
    She moaned. “I thought you’d never ask.”
    It briefly occurred to him that she’d been driving him crazy on purpose, but before he could fully grasp the idea, she slammed her hips down on his and all he could do was feel. “Oh, damn.” He scooted down the couch so that she would find riding him easier.
    Her pleasured cries soon had him on edge as much as her tight pussy. On each downward stroke, she ground her hips against him until his groans were just as loud. “Mykal, you feel s-so-” He broke off with a grunt. She felt so good. He wanted it to make this last.
    Then he made the mist ake of looking between her legs. The sight of his cock, glistening with her moisture, disappearing into her tight pussy was like a punch of lust to his gut. He