Page 75 of Curveball

I’d jump for joy right now if I didn’t have a mouth full of Quincy. Is it fucked up that his words of praise turn me on, even while referencing other women? You bet it is, but it also has me squeezing my own legs together to tame the throb.

I open my throat and suck him back in until I find a pace that has him moaning in an animalistic fashion. Knowing what heenjoys, I then raise my hands and intertwine my fingers on my head.

He grabs them along with a fistful of my hair and starts to fuck my mouth hard. My eyes and mouth are watering while my throat tightens around him.

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.”

He thrusts in and out of my mouth with reckless abandon. I happily give him tongue, suction, and moans, all the things he wants and needs.

I feel him swell just a drop more, his tell that he’s about to come. He pushes in deep. With a loud groan, he overflows my mouth as he comes long and hard down the back of my throat.

I’m able to swallow most of it, though a little leaks out. I know he’s going to scoop it up and feed it to me, which he does. I happily oblige, sucking his semen-covered finger into my mouth.

Breathlessly leaning against the wall, he releases his hold on my hands and hair.

I stand and run my hands up his chest until they slide around his neck. Looking up at him, our eyes meet. His are pleading for more.

I nod and can’t help but move my lips toward his. For the first time in two years, our lips meet. His taste is the most comforting, natural thing in the world to me. It takes me back to our first kiss twelve years ago. To the first time he made love to me ten years ago. To every time he’s made love to me since. He always kisses me long and hard. Even if we would meet for a quickie, kissing has never been absent. I wonder if other women get lost in his kisses like I do.

He moans into my mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hands immediately move down the back of my leggings and into my panties. Quincy has always been obsessed with my ass. I don’t know why, it’s big, flabby, and dimpled, but he undoubtedlyworships it. When we were sleeping together in Houston, he couldn’t keep his hands or anything else off it. He’s probably done me from behind as many times as facing each other. And then there’s the one night I gave him my ass. Another first belonging to him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him more turned on than he was that night.

He grinds his quickly forming partial erection against me. I ache for him on a level I’ll never truly understand.

He turns us around, so my back is now to the wall, and mumbles into my lips, “I need you, Shortcake.”

Because I need him too, I respond, “I know. Take what you need.”

Without breaking the kiss, he manages to remove my shoes before dragging my leggings and panties down my legs.

I mumble into his mouth, “Do you have a condom? I don’t have the IUD anymore.” Not that we didn’t always use condoms before, but now I need to be extra diligent.

As he reaches for his wallet, I start to turn around, assuming he’ll do me from behind, but he holds me in place. “I want to look into your eyes when I’m back inside you. I miss your eyes.”

I don’t know if I can handle the intimacy of that, and I’m not sure how the logistics of this are going to work, but I’ll go with it for now. Maybe he can lift one of my legs.

He pulls down his pants just a bit more. I grab his cock and start to pump him. He just came a minute ago and will need some coaxing.

He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. He then runs his fingers through my folds, which are now practically dripping.

“You’re soaked, Shortcake. Does sucking my cock make you wet?”

I breathe, “You know it does.”

Looking me square in the eyes, he sticks those fingers into his mouth. I feel and then see his cock harden to full mast in what must be a world record for turnaround time.

There’s something so erotic about the fact that my taste did that to him. My pussy is now pulsing, aching to be filled by him in a way only Quincy can.

He sheaths himself in the condom and grabs one of my legs. When he goes to grab the other, I stop him. “What are you doing? You can’t lift me. You’ll get injured.”

“If I want to lift you up and fuck you against this wall, I will.”

At that, he lifts my other leg. Newsflash, I’m heavy.Veryheavy. There’s a reason I’ve never had sex like this. I’m not the kind of woman you can lift and fuck against a shower wall, or any other wall for that matter. I don’t know what Quincy’s thinking. I’m suddenly terrified that he’s going to miss the playoffs because he throws his back out by trying to lift me.

I lock my ankles and try to lean as much of my weight against the wall as I can.

He doesn’t seem concerned about any of that. He also doesn’t seem to have any trouble with this position. Swiveling his hips until his tip finds my entrance, he then slams it into me.

I throw my head back as much as I can against the hard wall. “Ah, Quincy. Relax.”

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