Dating : I Slept With My Medium Crush

We were both sitting on the couch in the living room. The conversation flowed effortlessly. What was cool was that we both did not drink and seemed to naturally intoxicate one another. He didn’t even mention my informal attire, which made me extremely comfortable with him. His presence turned me on and having the tight white t-shirt on revealed my hard nipples through my shirt.

Every ten seconds, like clockwork, I’d see him staring at my left nipple, and then my right.

“You want them in your mouth, don’t you?” I asked. I stared at Donal with a serious glare and a slight smirk.

Fuck the games. Let’s see what you got, boy.

He responded the way I wanted him to. Without words.

Donal grabbed the back of my neck with his left hand and pulled me to his face. We stopped and looked into each other’s eyes.

The stare was intense between us. It was trouble. The kind of stare that knows you’ll fall for one another. The kind of connection that makes you immediately jealous of every woman he’s ever been with before.

Stop, Cordelia.

I snapped out of the hypnotic trance that had taken place and brought my lips against his. We kissed softly. As I sucked his top lip and he sucked my bottom, I could taste his stubble right beneath his nose. He tasted so good.

Our tongues circled one another quickly. Years of pain and memories batted against each other in a desperate wrestle within our mouths. We needed one another.

He grabbed me tightly and slipped his hands into my sweatpants, palming my ass cheeks.

This was my intention.

He grabbed my ass so hard, his nails dug into my skin. I enjoyed it. I wanted the pain. He had no idea who he was fucking with.

I could feel his hard dick poking out through his jeans.

“That ass feels good, right, baby?” I whispered in his left ear.

“Yes,” he responded, in between our aggressive kisses. “All of you feels good.”

“Dig your nails into it,” I said. “ I can take it.”

His eyes lit up and he did as commanded. Digging his nails even deeper into the skin of my ass, he produced a pain that shot up my back. I loved it. I needed that kind of rush. I always did to put me over the edge.

“Ohhhh, yes…” I moaned. “I fucking like you.”

As I dry-humped his rock hard cock back and forth, I removed my shirt in one fell swoop, tossing it across the living room.

This revealed my tiny, but luscious breasts and protruding, rock hard, pink nipples. They become extremely hard when I’m aroused.

Donal dug his mouth onto my left nipple and began to lap it up. My left nipple was my fucking weakness. He had good instincts.

“Damn, you taste so fucking good,” he panted.

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned.

“You like that, huh?” he responded.

I gritted my teeth, grunted, took my left breast in my hand, squeezed it, and shoved it in his mouth.

No turning back now. Fuck…

“Suck that shit, Donal,” I demanded. “Suck my nipple, hard.”

He began to suck harder, biting and nibbling as he sucked for dear life. As he sucked on my left breast and continued digging his hands into my plump ass cheeks, I unzipped his jeans, pulled down his boxer briefs, and revealed a pretty nice-sized, erect cock. It was beautifully shaped.

I like.

At this point, my shirt was off and sweats were still on. His pants were down to his knees, but his button-down shirt was still on. I always feel partial clothing on enhances the experience for men during sexual acts. It keeps them in my grip, awaiting the unknown.

I briefly stood up and dropped my sweats to the floor.

“So is it true?” I asked, as I began to straddle him.

“What’s that?”

“Your stories,” I responded.

I sat on his dick slowly. It was wet with precum, so my already dripping pussy slid down easily until the bottom of my ass crack settled nicely on his nut sack. My pussy curved to his cock.

“Wha…” he replied, out of breath. “What story?”

I pulled up and squeezed his throbbing dick with the walls of my drenched pussy and then slammed down on it.

“Ohhh… fuck!” he screamed.

“The ones where you say that most women can’t satisfy you,” I responded.

“Uhhh… yeah,” he responded, still out of breath. He gave me a confident stare. “Most women are overrated in bed.”

“Good to know,” I whispered.

With his shirt still on and the rest of him bare, Donal laid back on the couch as I took his pulsating flesh within me. I rode his dick harder than I think I’ve ever done with anyone else. More so because I was confident that he could take it. It was completely primal and it seemed like an out-of-body experience.

Up and down my tight, wet pussy slid on his amazing cock.

We were both loud. I fucking loved it.

“Oh, Donal… that’s some good-ass fucking dick!” I screamed. “Push it into my stomach!!!”

“Ahhhh… yes, fuck me, Cordelia!” he groaned. “Give me that pussy!”

At this point, my thrusts were ridiculously fast. My ass cheeks slammed against his sweating balls and made squeaking sounds as I repeatedly brought my pussy up to the tip of his dick and slammed down his shaft roughly. All the while we looked intently into each other’s eyes. It was epic.

“Harder, Cordelia!”

“Take that pussy, motherfucker!”

“Take this fucking dick!”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Ohhhhhhhhh!”

We continued like this for at least the next ten minutes. My fingernails dug into his back and my pussy throttled his seemingly invincible cock. I couldn’t believe he lasted this long.

I like. Time to fuck this dude up.

In one swift motion, I released my fingernails from his back and got on my knees beside the couch.

With my right hand, I gripped the bottom of his thick, dripping cock and pushed the head of his dick into my mouth. I could taste my own pussy on his cock, which was fucking delicious.

I began jerking his cock roughly as I licked and sucked his head with desperation.

“Ohhhhh, shit,” he moaned.

“Say my fucking name when you moan!” I screamed.

“Ohhhhh, shit, Cordelia!”

“Good boy.”

As I continued to suck the dear life out of the tip of his cock, my bobbing motion was so rough and fast that my neck hurt. I knew he was enjoying it, as I could see his eyes rolling back in his head, but he was not cumming.

OK. Fuck it.

I stuck my index finger in his ass crack.

“Whoaaa!” he responded. “Fuck!”

I began to push my finger inside of his ass slowly and take it out even slower. I don’t think he knew how to feel about it, but he didn’t reject it. At the same time, I took my mouth off of his cock so I could fuck him with my words. A writer’s most powerful tool. He should know.

I began to spit all over his dick. Enough so that saliva dripped to the floor.

With my right hand, I jerked him up and down rapidly. With my left hand, my finger worked his asshole, nice and slow.

“Yeah, Donal… you like how that feels?”

“Uhhh yeah… don’t fucking stop…”

“You like when Cordelia plays with your ass and jerks that cock, huh?”

“Yes…”

“Tell me you like when Cordelia does that, bitch.”

“I like…” he panted. He could barely get the words out.

I began to fuck his ass a bit quicker with my finger and jerked him off even harder.

“When Cordelia… ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he began to scream.

“You want to cum for Cordelia?” I asked.

“Ahhh shit!!!” he exclaimed.

He had no more words.

His cum spurted out like a waterfall. As it did, I hopped right back on his dick to take it all in me.

I don’t think any man has ever filled me up like that. In that moment, I felt so much power as the man beneath me shivered and his eyes rolled back in his head to the white part. I couldn’t even see his pupils.

He continued exploding in my pussy for at least five minutes. The excess began to flood out and drip down my thighs.

I licked the finger clean that was in his ass and made sure he saw it.

You don’t know who you’re fucking with, I thought.