Page 15 of Lying Hearts

Then she locks eyes with me like someone possessed. “Come on! I want you inside me! All of you! Now! Do it!!” She yells and pulls at my jeans, “Do it!”

“Okay! Okay!” I pull down my pants and tug them off, shoes falling over themselves to the floor.

“Do it!!! Oh God – what are you waiting for!!???” She closes her eyes and throws her arms above her head.

Needing a condom, I jump off the bed, grab my pants, search my wallet, find one, rip off the plastic with my teeth, and slam it onto my wilting cock before it has time to embarrass the shit out of me. I pump myself a few times with my hand and mount the she-wolf-in-heat.

She moans as I push inside her more quickly than I have EVER done before. “Yes!! Oh God yes! Faster!” Normally I ease into things, treat a girl with finesse, but I’m terrified I’m going to lose my hard-on. I start pumping and close my eyes to picture someone else who isn’t so scary. Goth-girl’s eyes pop into my head and I shove the image away in confusion.

With Blondie moaning beneath me, I search for an image of Rebecca in Mendocino last weekend. Her lips on my cock. Her fingers wrapped around me. Boom. I’m up and running again. Blondie yells at me between porn-like screaming, “Faster!! Faster!!!”

“Okay! You’re the boss!” I grab her hips, lift her off the bed, with me on my knees and her legs splayed out from Canada to Mexico. She goes over the edge again, orgasming, slippery juices running down my leg. Did she just pee on me? Where the hell did that come from? I know for a fact that condom is still on. I can feel it.

I realize suddenly that she’s my first squirter! Until now, I’d thought squirting was a myth like the Tooth Fairy. Santa Clause. True Love.

I am very into this whole squirting thing. My body just says yes to this. My cock hardens and throbs and I groan and push into her, hammering her as she slams both hands to her head and her eyes roll back. It’s not as gross as it sounds. I’m feeling like I’m a god or something. This is amazing. She rises up on her elbows, stares at me. My eyebrows go up and we’re still fucking hard, fast, and furious. “I want to make you cum,” she says really loudly. So much for whoever was sleeping in the other room.

I can’t help but laugh! But my laugh silences in my throat as she shoots me a look that would scare Darth Vader. “Sorry. Yes. I want you to make me cum. That would be great.”

Her pleased smile returns – thank God – and she starts moving her body in little jerking motions, like she’s fucking me now, like she’s in control. “You like this? Do you like it?” I look down and have to admit, I do. She tightens around me and literally jerks me off in a way I can’t do on my own. “Tell me you like it or I’ll stop.”

“I like it!!!” I stare at the visual of me buried in her pussy, me staying still while she moves me in and out of her. My body steams up and my legs tingle. “Oh shit.”

“Are you going to cum?”

“Uh…yes?”

“I can feel you getting harder. Oh, you feel so good!”

I am in the big leagues and this shit is insane! I stare at her bouncing boobs. Without warning, she drives down on me hard, pushing me deeply into her, wiggles around a bunch. I cry out, stars shooting out of my head it feels so good. Holding on tightly to her hips, I groan and jerk, cumming hard. Falling on top of her in a gasping overwhelmed heap when it’s over, I mumble like an idiot, “Thank you.”

As if she’s reading a script, she says, without feeling, “That was amazing,”

“Yeah. It was.”

I’ve never experienced anything like it. And I’m not quite sure I want to, again. Let me think about it. Ummm… maybe?

But I don’t know what to do now. I want to go home. It’s clear who’s in charge, and it ain’t me. With my face planted in the covers by her head, my soldier still gasping inside her, I pant and listen to my heart rate slow. I’m waiting to see what she’s going to do or say next.

“You wanna stay over?” she asks, stroking my head.

I want to go home. “Yeah. Sure. That’d be great.”

Still stroking. “Awesome. Go clean up…”

I mutter, “Yeah. Sure. That’d be great.”

“Are you a parrot?” she giggles and bends her neck to kiss my shoulder.

“Yeah. Sure. That’d be great.” That one was for the fun of it.

She laughs, grabs a pillow and smashes it under her head as I rise up off her. “Will you get me a tissue while you’re at it?” I start to say it again, but, laughing, she stops me, “Don’t! You’ll make me pee myself.”

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