Page 117 of Ask Your Mom If I'm Real

I liked that she thought I was big.

I wasn’t.

At least, not compared to some of the bigger ones I’d seen in my time in sports, but I wasn’t small either.

She really was just a tiny little thing.

Her breasts were absolutely perfect, though, as she thrust them against my chest and tugged on my hair to angle my head toward them.

I took the hint and wrapped my lips around one of the buds, sucking softly.

“Keep doing that,” she begged. “Exactly like that.”

I did as she instructed, making sure to maintain my moderate thrusting as well.

I could already feel her tightening around me.

Her pussy fluttered with each snap of my hips, my cock filling her so completely with each thrust that I bottomed out inside of her.

“Oh, right there. Exactly like that,” she pleaded.

I didn’t change a thing—even though my first inclination was to speed up my thrusts to mirror her urgency. I’d read that when a woman was close, you didn’t change anything you were doing, because if you did they’d lose the feeling they’d been chasing.

“Oh, god,” she breathed. “Right. There.”

I dropped my forehead to her chest and prayed I could hang on.

Already her pussy was quivering, pulsing stronger and stronger with each second that passed.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Yes…”

She fell over the edge, and I thrust harder, faster.

She cried out, her hands fisting in my hair, and yanked.

I rode her through her orgasm, not stopping until I’d followed behind.

A grunt of release left my lips as I buried my face into her neck and came.

She wrapped her arms around my head, her legs tighter around my waist, and held on while I bucked, shook, and fell apart in her arms.

Breathing hard and laborious, I pulled back enough that I could look into her eyes.

“That was…”

“That was,” she agreed.

No other words had to be said.

They weren’t necessary.

I flipped us until she was on top, then allowed my limbs to fall exhausted beside me.

She giggled, pulling up until she could study my face before saying, “I’d ask you if it was good, but I don’t need to.”

She was right.

I was sure the look on my face conveyed that clearly enough.

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