She’s soaked, I’m soaked, it’s messy, and it’s fucking beautiful.
“I’m gonna fuck your tits, and then your mouth. If I can’t get off like that, I’m gonna fuck that tight, wet, pretty little cunt of yours.”
Between pants, she says, “Okay.”
After removing my pants, I straddle her body, bend down, and kiss her forehead. “Good girl.” Stroking my cock, I then realize, “Fuck, no lube.”
She grabs her tits and squeezes them. “Spit between them.”
“Fucking dream girl,” I groan as I spit in my hand and start rubbing it up and down my shaft. Then I lean down, spit between her tits, and position my cock between them.
“I need these.” I move her hands away and push her tits together, rolling her nipples as I slide my cock between them.
On the first inward stroke, her tongue darts out, and she licks my crown.
“Fuck yes, do that shit again.”
She does, every damn time, and when my balls draw up, I know I’m gonna come soon.
“You ever swallow or no?”
“Come on my tits,” she damn near begs.
“You want my cum on your tits, dream girl?” I tug at her piercing.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“All over your sexy fucking nipples?” I ask.
“All over,” she says.
The first burst covers one nipple as she watches intently.
“Now the other.”
“Yeah?” I groan and give her just that.
Panting, I move and drop beside her, pulling her close to me. “That was so fucking hot.”
“How long before you fuck me?” she asks.
Smile creeping up on my face, I answer, “I’m not fucking you when you have a date tomorrow night.”
“Lunch date. Don’t make it weirder than it already is.”
“How am I making it weird? I’m not the one going on a date. I’m good with what we’re doing.”
She yawns. “And what are we doing?”
“Proving theories and giving each other orgasms.” I turn my head and look at her. “You catching feels, dream girl?”
“No, but you seem to be getting jealous over a date I accepted just to see how Rome would react.”
I smile. “As soon as we rolled up, I knew any kid who drives a red Vette with vanity plates wasn’t gonna give a fuck that the sexy as hell chick he’d be beating off to later was his teammate’s little sister. I asked Rome before we got out how he felt about that.”
“What did he say?”
“He said your mom told both your brothers to let you breathe, and that if Masters fucked up, he knew where he worked.”