Page 89 of My So-Called Perfect Life
This is a snapshot out of my best fantasies. The red is a stark contrast to her pale skin as she stands in nothing but lace. Her breasts still sit atop the cups of her bra, her nipples standing proudly, pointed right at me.
She slips one bra strap down, and I toe off my shoes while pushing down my pants and boxers. Danielle drops the bra and slides off the small scrap of lace covering her pussy. There’s something going on with the weird design of her soft curls, but I’m more interested in the sweetness that hides underneath them.
“Leave the rest.” I stop her from taking off the garters. “I want you just like that. Bend over the bed.”
Behind her, I run my fingers through her pussy, feeling how much she wants me. “You’re so wet, Dani Girl.”
She shakes under my touch. Kneeling, I waste no time in burying my face in her ass and lick up every drop of her arousal. Her taste on my tongue evokes my inner beast as I search for more, needing to consume her.
Her legs begin to shake as her clit swells under my tongue. Using my thumbs, I spread her apart, slipping my tongue inside her as far as I can. She mewls, and I can feel her orgasm about to crest. Reaching around, I pinch her clit, and that’s all it takes for me to be rewarded.
She comes hard, clamping down around my tongue, filling my mouth with her sweetness while her moans fuel my hunger.
My cock throbs angrily between my legs. Standing, I reach into the nightstand for a condom while lightly stroking Danielle’s clit with my finger.
She barely moves a muscle as I make quick work of putting on the condom. The need to be inside her has me seating myself to the hilt.
“Oh God, Ryan,” she cries as I savor the moment, feeling her warmth feed the beast.
My hips jerk back, only to thrust forward, over and over. Danielle’s arms give out, and her body drops to the mattress. Her fingers grip the sheets in pure ecstasy.
Her moans are barely above a whisper as she tries to drag air into her lungs. “Yes, yes.”
The tingle builds in my lower back, and the pleasure of Danielle’s sweet pussy clenching around me seizes my balls, taking hold of me as I rut into her.
“Shit, Danielle,” I roar. “I can’t hold back.”
“God, please don’t,” she eggs me on. “Fuck me, Ryan.”
I love it when she talks dirty. My hips ram into her ass several more times before I drive into her and come so hard that everything else fades away. Faintly, I can hear Danielle’s cries as her orgasm keeps coming, her walls still holding tight to my length.
My chest heaves as we both come down from our high.
“I think I’m paralyzed.” Danielle breaks the silence. “I can’t feel my legs.”
I laugh as I slip from her body and clean up.
“You okay?” I ask, knowing I rode her pretty hard there at the end.
She turns her head and looks at me, all while still standing, slumped over the bed. “Perfect. I just don’t know how you’re going to ever top that.”
Christ, this woman is absolutely perfect.
“I’ll think of something,” I reassure her.
I scoop her up and lay her down on the bed. Hopping over her, I settle on the other side. She lies, stretched out on the bed, her naked form flush, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, gloriously on display.
My attention is drawn down to her pussy, and as I run my finger through her soft hair, I can’t help but ask, “What happened here?”
“Ugh, God,” she groans. “A painful life lesson.”
I chuckle. “What lesson is that?”
“That Brazilian waxing was invented by the devil.”
Her voice is so serious, but all I can do is laugh. “You went to get waxed?”
She nods. “Mercy and Amelia somehow convinced me that this idea included a wax. I think they’re both masochists because I don’t know how anyone does it. For a moment, I thought I’d died.”
