Page 26 of Lovetown, USA
Basketball.
And this right here.
I make quick work of Ms. Lane and her pretty pussy. That’s no surprise.
What catches me off guard is how aroused I get watching her cum. Seeing her eyes roll back, her body jerking, her hands fisting the sheets as she moans desperately…I can’t even lie. It’s so fucking sexy, I almost bust. I’m talking about beingrightat the cusp. Fortunately for me, and for her, I regain control, but I have to focus on the wall behind her to do so. That’s never happened to me before.
Interesting.
I slide two fingers inside just to make sure she’s ready for me. After one last kiss, I move on top of her, slipping my tongue into her mouth as I ease inside her. She’s slick. Tight fit, too.
Being inside her feels as natural as breathing, which we do together. My forehead drops, kissing hers as I rock in and out of her.
Sex is sex. Animals, humans, it’s all biology, and I usually process it in a very clinical way. I’m a student of the human body, after all. But sometimes, very rarely, it’s so good, my brain shuts off, and this right here is one of those times. I’m not thinking at all. Just feeling.
Her pussy, wet and tight around me. Her nails digging into my back. Her legs slowly lifting, then wrapping around my waist, locking me in, not that I was going anywhere. I get lost in it, going deep, long-stroking her until I hear her yell my name. I slow my pace, but I stay deep. I’m staring at her face when she cums again.
I follow right behind her, slamming into her for the last time, my jaw clenched tight, my eyes squeezed shut. There’s nothing like this in the world, nothing that feels this good. No peak this high.
The orgasm lasts long enough to satisfy me tonight, but not long enough to satiate me for the long haul.
I’ll need that again. Soon.
I roll off of her, gasping for air. She’s quiet beside me, but her body is still trembling.
“That was…” I trail off, lost for words for once.
“I know,” she breathes. “But for the record, this was just for fun.”
I turn my head, fixing my eyes on her face. “As opposed to…?”
“That four-letter word your city is so fixated on.”
I chuckle at that. “Sweetheart, you are in no danger of falling in love. I can assure you of that.”
Her eyes narrow. “You think you know me?”
“Do I need to? You’ve been hollering about how love ain’t shit since you got here.”
She shrugs. “At least I know you’re listening.”
“I am. I’m watching, too. Fine as you are, you don’t leave me much of a choice.”
She smiles, but I can tell she’s fighting it. “I guess I should return the compliment.”
“You don’t need to. I know what I’m working with.”
“Wow.” She shakes her head. “I forgot how cocky y’all are.”
“Y’all as in…?”
“Doctors.”
“I didn’t work my ass off for ten years just to come out not knowing I’m that nigga.”
She stares blankly for a minute before another smile breaks out. “You know what? I’ll allow it.”
“Oh, yeah?” I raise my hand and grip her chin. “I had that little pussyleaking. Had your sexy ass speaking a whole other language. You ain’t allowing shit, Lane. Don’t play with me.”
