Page 107 of Toxic Wishes

“Maybe a little, but it helps to read your mom's anatomy books when you were a horny teenager and she was studying to be a nurse.”

“Well, lucky me then.” Her eyelashes flutter as she stares up at me. I reach to the bedside of the table and pull a condom out of the box, rising again and staring down at her. Her legs are closed, one knee slightly arched up, and her hands at her sides fisting the comforter as she watches me. I can picture that small triangle between her legs where I she’s glistening from her own cum.

“You sure about this?” I ask her.

She nods. I slide off the rest of my clothes, standing up straight again. Opening up the package, I look down at her, but her eyes have lowered to something else. Her breathing has gone shallow. I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. I’ve seen enough dicks in locker rooms to know that I was well above average. And with her tiny frame, I wonder if she’s ever been with someone my size. And I wasn’t talking about my height. But before I can ask her, she sits up and goes for my cock, taking it into her mouth. I groan and gasp at the same time. Her tongue is wet and hot as she draws back and sucks in the tip.

“Abigail, please.”

I fist the back of her hair, gently trying to pull her away. “It won’t take long to put me over the edge, and I want you to cum again.” Pushing her back on the bed. I come down on top of her, melting into her mouth and kissing her deeply. I nestle in between her legs. And she bends her knees up as she runs her nails down my back. Slipping my hand under her, I grip her ass and press our bodies together. The world was spinning, having her under me, skin on skin. My cock is so hard I can’t take it.

She’s mine. Leaning back on my knees, I roll on the condom, never taking my eyes off of her.

“I’m a little scared,” she says. I halt, not trying to squeeze my fist around my cock too hard.

“Scared?”

“What if I’m too loud and I wake up your mom? It’s not like you are—” her eyes drift down my stomach.

I exhale, relieved she’s not having second thoughts. I stroke my cock and come down on her again.

“Pull up your shirt, sweetheart. I want to see your tits jiggle as I fuck you hard.”

Her breath shakes, and an excited smile plays on her lips. She lifts her t-shirt, spreading her legs wide. She gasps as the tip finds her entrance like a magnet. I prop myself on one arm and lean down, nibbling her lips.

“Try and be quiet,” I whisper, teasing her. I don’t want to wake up, Mom.”

She laughs, kissing me back, and I can’t help but smile too. This is fun. Honestly, this was more fun than playing football right now. Racing down, I fit my tip at her entrance, and then I grab hold of her hip and thrust inside of her. Immediately overcome by the feel of her, my body starts shaking. She arches her neck back and closes her eyes, moaning, and her breasts bounce with the movement.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” She cries, biting her lip. “Colt!”

“I know. You feel good, too, baby.”

She clutches my waist, hanging on as I slowly pick up the pace. She’s no virgin, but she’s much smaller than me. Sinking deeper inside her, mesmerized by her body underneath me, I dip down, sucking on her breasts as she moans and whimpers. Coming back up, I kiss her mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathe out. Thrusting faster and harder until the only thing I hear is our bodies coming together. Her moans fill the room, growing louder. I kiss her, muffling the noise in case my mom can hear. Her pussy comes apart, tightening around my cock as she orgasms. I look up and see us in the dresser mirror. I was turned on by the site of her legs around me. She follows my gaze, uneasiness flashing across her face. She leans up and grabs her shirt, about to pull it down over her stomach. But I stop her before she can cover up with her shirt.

“No, I want you to see how beautiful you are.”

I flip us over without another word so she’s on top. Her t-shirt falls over her breasts, and her hair falls over her shoulders in disarray.

“Ride me, sweetheart.”

She stares down for a second, and I grab her hips, encouraging her so I can feel her body move as she takes me. Her hips begin to move, rolling, her stomach waving, and her ass jetting in and out as she rides me.

“Look at you. Look how beautiful you are.” And she does. She looks up, and there’s a faint curve to her lips, telling me she likes what she sees in the mirror.

“You, Abigail. I want to be here with you.”

She looks back down at me, and the moonlight hitting her thick hair makes her look like a beautiful fallen angel. She puts her hand on her chest and begins to ride me faster.

“Yes,” She breathes out, and it’s as if she’s coming undone or falling into her comfortable shell. I’m not sure which one, but it’s breathtaking to watch. Her eyes fall closed as she rides my dick.

“Yes, God, Please,” she purrs.

I grab her ass and arch up, taking a nipple in my mouth. Sucking and tugging, then moving to the next one in a frenzy. She leans into me, never slowing her pace, and I can feel the sweat gliding down the small of her back. I suck in air in my teeth, my muscles tensing, and I’m close. I flip her back over, starving to be in control again, and her head falls at the side of the bed, too close to the bedside table. I grab the edge of it and whip it away, sending it toppling over the lamp and everything crashing to the floor. She giggles and kisses me, caught up in the madness of the moment, too.

“Don’t stop,” she pants.“Don’t stop, I’m going to cum again.”

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