Page 91 of Anyone But You
With fervor, I abandoned my shirt, shucked off my sweats, and kicked them away before she warned me.
“Let me do the work. The last thing I need is you dying on top of me.”
“The best way to go if you ask me,” I said as I lined myself up.
“You’ve always been a selfish pig,” she responded as she eased back on my engorged dick.
“You talk too much. Tilt your head back for me.”
She did, and I didn’t hesitate to slip my pussy-flavored coated fingers into her big ass mouth. She hummed appreciatively around my fingers as she fucked me.
“You like how you taste?” I asked through gritted teeth. The urge to take over and fuck the daylights out of her was overwhelming.
“Mhmmm,” she responded, her hum vibrating around my fingers.
“You sound so convincing. I think I need a taste, too.” I wrenched my fingers from her mouth and slipped them into mine, sampling the last bit of her before probing her back door. She stuttered to a near stop. “Keep going; don’t stop,” I pushed, spitting on her hole.
I thumbed her asshole, and with each backstroke, the tip of my thumb sank further and further until I was past the first knuckle.
“Fuck,” I muttered when her backstrokes started to sting my thighs, and my orgasm began to creep up.
Fuck it. She can be mad at me later.
I grabbed her shoulders for leverage and slammed into her. She yelped before burying her face in the comforter. I fucked her senselessly, not giving a damn about the consequences, and brought us both to completion a minute later. My chest heaved as my balls drained, and Victoria lost her footing and collapsed against the bed.
I pulled out, slapped her ass, and watched as my cum leaked out of her.
“Gi—”
“Shut up. It’s your fault for having life-risking pussy. Let’s hit the shower.”
* * *
“Can we talk?” Victoria asked in the darkness.
“No.”
“I’m being serious, Gio.”
“Me too. I’m sleeping.”
“I think we should open up the relationship.”
I beg your finest pardon?!
I sat up as if ejected from the mattress and turned the side table lamp on.
“I’m sorry, Victoria. These old ears aren’t what they used to be. What the hell did you just say?”
“I’m sleeping,” she replied with a devious smirk. I picked up my pillow, held it inches from her face, shook it, and returned it behind my head. “What the hell was that?”
“Me briefly pretending to suffocate you. What do you wish to discuss?”
“Okay, psycho. I want to tell you about something else regarding my sisters.”
Here we fucking go.
“You know how you told me to check my credit report when we realized my documents were missing?”
