Page 41 of Trust Issues
“I don’t…I don’t know. What’s going to happen to our friendship?” I saw the sincerity in her eyes when she asked and I took a deep breath. I was just about out of composure.
“It’ll get better. Trust me.”
“Will it?” She slid her fingertips along my spine and my dick throbbed.
“I promise.” I thrust inside and her eyes snapped shut. So did mine.
“Oh my god! Max!”
Music to my fucking ears.
Kyle’s pussy was so tight. It gripped my entire shaft tighter with each thrust. I pushed one of her legs straight toward the ceiling and used my other hand to choke her delicate throat. Those pretty hazel eyes popped open to stare at me with the fire I didn’t realize turned me on so much.
“Choke me harder,” she purred. One side of my mouth lifted in a smirk and I squeezed her neck harder. “Fuck yes,” she rasped.
“I should have known you were nasty.” I thrust my cock deeper inside of her and she moaned but I caught the hungry sound in my fist when I tightened my grip. Being inside of her was like sinking into a space designed just for me. I filled her up so that she had no choice but to choke my dick with her wet walls.
We moved together while I was on top of her. Whenever I thrust into her, she met me with her own movements. Kyle didn’t let me control a damn thing but I wouldn’t expect anything less from her. She matched me in every way and from the noises she made I could tell I matched her just as well. There was no way in hell I was going to let her steamroll all over me and I think she knew that.
“Max!” She squeaked with her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, Kyle. I want to see you come with my dick deep inside of you.” The moan she let out made every inch of my skin burn with the need to explode inside of her. I definitely couldn’t do that though. There was no way in hell I wanted to have little Max and Kyle babies running around.
Fucking Kyle was one thing but putting a baby inside of her was totally different.
The moment her hazel eyes opened, her cunt squeezed me so tight I thought I would let loose inside of her right then. I mustered up enough willpower to pull out though. Thick milky ropes shot from me landing on her stomach just below her navel. A string of curse words fell from my lips. I’d never come that hard before. Never.
Like that first kiss we shared, fucking Kyle proved to be the best. I didn’t have a chance to focus on that though. Between being inside of the wettest, sweetest, deepest pussy I’d ever experienced in my life, all the liquor I drank earlier caught up to me and slapped me face down into Kyle’s comfy bed with a vengeance. I was knocked the fuck out but right before I was completely out, I heard the rhythmic sound of Kyle snoring.
Victory.
…
KYLA
I couldn’t remember when sleep ever felt as good as it did right then. I felt the warm sun pouring through the window like a golden blanket but I still had the slight chill from the ceiling fan making me draw my legs up so that my toes were under the blanket.
I felt a-fucking-mazing.
I swear it even felt like I had a strong chocolate arm wrapped around my waist. I reveled in the dream of a man holding me like that. He smelled good and his dick was hard as fuck sinking into the plushness of my ass cheeks. I wiggled back on it and breathed in his warm scent.
For a dream…that shit was detailed as hell.
I even felt his subtle breath tickling the top of my ear. His fingers rubbed small unconscious circles along my ribs that sent currents pulsing down my sides to my thighs then straight to my pussy.
I never wanted to wake up from that dream. Ever.
My dream man must have felt the same way because he pulled me closer and I sighed happily but so did he and that sound was not a dream. That sound was real and it vibrated through his chest. His very muscular chest.
We both tore away from each other at the same time and I spun around in bed to look this obvious perverted intruder in the eye. I wrapped a sheet around my body and scrambled over to the other side of the bed just in time to get a look at…Max?
Max!
I started hyperventilating immediately. I was sucking in so much air I’d have to burp for hours later on. I shut my eyes as if I could wash the memories of last night away. I couldn’t. They started trickling in and I remembered drinking glass after glass of tequila then looking up and seeing Max.
He was rambling about something and then we were kissing again and…fuck it felt good. I pinched the bridge of my nose and hopped out of bed, pressing my back against the wall. I was being way too dramatic but ifthatsituation didn’t call for dramatics then what the hell did?
“Goddammit,” Max groaned in that insanely deep voice of his. He hopped off my bed like it was made of lava and grabbed his pants off the floor, dancing awkwardly into them one leg at a time. I may or may not have cracked open one eye to make sure I wasn’t imagining how much action Max was packing.
