Page 7 of Clear Your Mind

Maybe have an arrangement for mutual pleasure, a good night’s sleep being a huge bonus.

I’m woken sometime later by a small hand stroking my dick. “Um. That feels good, love, but your pussy feels better,” I mumble sleepily.

Her amazing tits drag across my chest with delicious friction as she reaches for the bedside drawer. I crack my eyes open and notice that it’s morning. Closing them again, I keep them closed, enjoying the heightened sense of her. When she rolls the condom down my cock and throws her leg over me, I reverse our positions and slam into her but keep my eyes closed.

Enjoying the feel of her without the aid of sight. I slide my hand from her generous thigh, over her wide hip, across her stomach, and up to cup her breast, which spills out of my hand.

Fuck, I love a woman with a soft body and big tits. Skinny girls have never appealed to me. The feel of her ramps me up.

No foreplay, no kissing, just raw fucking, and it’s sublime. “Deeper,” she pants.

Shoving my arm under the small of her back, I lift her ass for a better angle, and she moans. The new depth is perfect, and in no time, I’m about to blow.

“Fuck, come already, or I’m going without you.”

I bite her nipple, hard, and she rockets off, taking me with her.

Moments pass, and I don’t move. Still buried deep inside her, I shift my weight but stay where I’m at. I don’t want to leave her body.

It’s so far out of my character, but I’m already coming to the realization that she isn’t going to be a one and done. I have to have more.

She shifts, dislodging me from her body. I grab the condom before it can slip. Leaving the bed, I toss it, then stare down at her. I’m running ideas in my head about her and “next times.” I don’t have a clue what’s come over me. It’s like she cast a fucking spell with her snatch.

I shove all that aside.

“Come, love, let’s shower.” I extend my hand, and she rolls her eyes before taking it, pulling herself upright.

“Dude, you sure know how to dim the afterglow.”

I can’t resist a nip of her swollen lip. “I’m Buddy, not Dude. Dude’s fucking your friend by now. I can see if they want a third and fourth if that’s your thing.”

I know she meant it as an expression, but I don’t want another brother’s name falling from her lips when she’s naked with me.

“Wait…so, that wasn’t just a generic dude like ‘hey dude,’ his name’s actually Dude?” She laughs. It’s a sound that doesn’t grate on my nerves. It’s genuine and not manufactured to entice. “Oh my god, Buddy and Dude. That’s some straight-up fictional rom-com shit.” Her laugh turns to a snort, and I find myself joining her.

The laughing, not the snorting.

Normally I wouldn’t find laughing at our road names funny, but her amusement is contagious. I wrap my arms around her, crossing them at the waist, and grab her luscious ass.

“Oh yeah? And you watch a lot of rom-coms where guys with funny names fuck women they pick up at a bar senseless? What streaming service are you getting that on? I should order it.”

Again, her lips call to me, and I answer that fucking call before the first ring finishes. I kiss her until all the laughter is gone.

She ends the kiss and jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist. I groan when the underside of my unsheathed dick encounters her wet pussy.

Fuck.

“No, but Idowrite them. And you can bet I am so turning Buddy and Dude into book boyfriends.”

I start walking us to the bathroom, and my steps falter as her words sink in.

“You write them?”

I question as she nips at my neck and threads her fingers in my hair. I was thinking of getting it buzzed, but not anymore. I like the way it feels when her hands sift through it.

“Yep. Faith and I are both romance authors. The dirty kind.”

I resume my trek. Leaning in to start the surround shower, she clings to me like a spider monkey. When I straighten and look into her eyes, she waggles her eyebrows. “And boy did you give me some new material.”

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