Page 82 of Who's Playing You
There really was no comparison. And after all of this, I’d need to come up with a plan to persuade her that this was the only way for us to have sex going forward - morning, noon and night, if I had my way. No more playing with condoms.
Because this felt better than winning the championship game.I know! That’s a huge statement.
With that I came back to the moment, giving Scottie deep thrusts where I almost pulled all the way out before thrusting as far in as she’d allow - stealing her breath every time that I did. I loved that fucking sound too! Everywhooshof the air leaving her lungs as I pushed into her.
She was still half lost in the daze of her last orgasm, but I could feel her building again. It wouldn’t be long now.
I’d been about to blow earlier, right before she stopped me and asked if I had us covered. Of course I had us covered, I would always have us covered in every way that mattered. But us taking a moment for that talk gave me a breather so I could be in this moment. I’d hated her coming to her senses earlier and realizing we were bare. Being worried about that was bullshit.
There should never be anything between us.
But of course I’d do anything she wanted, so if she wanted to make sure I had us covered, sure - I’d show her I had us covered.
Her pussy was strangling me so tightly right now, she was so built up, I knew she was close. I was clenching my jaw so tightly, barely holding on. But Ineededus to come together.
I desperately needed my first time with her to end with us coming together.
It’d been my fantasy from when I started fantasizing about the intimate moments with Scottie. I’d practiced restraint for fucking years, and I’d studied everything there was to study about sex and pleasure so that Scottie and I could experience that pleasure together for the rest of our lives. And now? Now we were in that moment.
But those things had all been theoretical for all those years. In actuality though? I was holding on by my fingernails here. I’d almost busted a nut as soon as my dick made contact with her pussy. But now after having had many opportunities to gather myself together, I could feel it.
This was it.
This was our moment.
She was panting, feeling her own buildup. She was panting and chanting my name, which only got me more fucking wound up.
My grip on her hips grew tighter, as her fingernails dug into the bed sheet above her head. “That’s it honey, give it to me, cream my cock with your juices. Soak him, coat him, I’m going to drink it all up. I can’t wait.” I said that last part as I slapped her ass one last time before thrusting in with vigor, and finding her clit with my other hand. As I rubbed her little nub, I circled my hips, and then drew back by an inch before thrusting once more.
And that was it. I felt her detonate.
I quickly withdrew all the way to the tip, and thrust in hard and quick - once, twice, three times as she squeezed the life out of my cock and as I felt the first spurts of my cum shoot out of the tip of my cock, I bottomed out completely inside her. Not leaving one inch of my dick to the outside world.
Scottie’s legs gave out beneath her, and she would have completely collapsed onto the mattress below her, but my grip on her hips was so tight that I knew I’d leave bruises on her beautifully perfect skin. I felt wave after wave of cum shoot out, painting her insides.
With my thumbs I opened her ass cheeks as I gently rocked into her while I was still coming. The vision below me was incredible. Seeing my main man finally get to be completely inside her - coming inside her - this was my literal dream come true.
Her cute, perfect little butthole winked at me as I felt the waves of her orgasm continue to pulse in tune with mine.Oh the things I had planned for that hole in the very near future…
I hissed out as I felt the last spurt of my cum enter her. I didn’t want it to end, and as I thought that, I felt my knees give out. It was as if she had drained me of my last piece of energy when her body sucked the last ounce of cum out of me.
Catching myself with my arms on either side of her, I rolled on to the mattress, pulling her into me as I fell to her left. My dick still deep inside her.
Her face was in the sheets still and although muffled I heard her. “I can’t move. You’ve ruined me.”
Not sure if she meant it how I hoped, or if it was something more serious, I asked, “Ruined you?”
“Yeah,” she said matter of factly. “Ruined me. I can’t move. I can barely breathe. I’ll definitely never be able to have sex after that because… well, my insides have been rearranged and so nothing will ever compare to that. So thank you, you’ve ruined me.”
I let out a whole body laugh, while also feeling such relief.
I didn’t suck at sex. Thank fuck!
Despite all my years of literally studying human sexuality, and thenstudyingwhile going to sex clubs with Nic - this was different. This was the real thing.
“That’s good news, real good news, honey,” I just said as I kissed her bare shoulder. “I’ll be here morning, noon and night to put you back together after I tear you apart like no one else ever has or ever will. I’ll mix our pain and pleasure and bring your body to the brink. Your body knows it is meant for me, that’s why this feels so monumental.”
“Yeah,” she just said. “All that. All what you said,” she slurred, drunk on our sex. “Will it be like that every time?”
