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One, because he doesn't like cum, and two, because there's something so unspeakably perfect about this arrangement. Thisis where I'm meant to be, doing what I'm meant to be doing. I've never experienced such a feeling in my life before.
Court taps me on the shoulder. I draw all the way back until his cock is entirely out of my mouth. "Something wrong?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "No. I just really want to fuck you."
"Oh."
We can add that to the list of things we've avoided talking about. "I didn't think you wanted to do that."
"Why would you think that?"
"You didn't say anything."
"Neither did you."
I grin, lazily stroking his cock. "So both of us were waiting for the other one to make the first move?"
"Looks like it."
He licks his lips, and how have I been able to resist him all these years? He's insanely sexy. In addition to his spectacular cock, his abs are insane, his skin is silky smooth, and his muscles are the perfect combination of hard and lean.
But better than any of his impressive physical attributes is that the longer Court spends in Clovelly, the more I'm seeing him mellow and return to the person he used to be before our parents cheated… The first time, that is.
Court has put up so many walls and makes it almost impossible for anyone to get near him, but that's not who he truly is. He's really a kind, sensitive, and even soft guy.
One time, he made us take our earnings from our lemonade stand and donate them to the animal shelter so that the animals could get an extra treat. At the time, I was pissed because I was saving up for a Nerf blaster. Looking back on it, I see it as a sign of the kind of person he is.
"I don't want to pressure you," he says.
"You're not. I'm hungry for it."
"You are?"
"Starved," I say, nodding for emphasis.
I stick my tongue out and lick his cock from the base all the way to the slit, squeezing his crown between my thumb and forefinger and tasting his pre-come. "If you think my mouth feels good, wait 'til you get inside my ass."
I pick myself up off the floor and walk over to my nightstand, retrieve a bottle of lube and condoms, and toss them to within easy grabbing distance of Court.
Propping my hands on my hips, I ask him, "How do you want me?"
He smirks and reaches over to the box of condoms, pulls one out and peels it over his steely, upright length. "I want you bouncing up and down on this thing," he says, pinching the top to secure the condom in place.
I kneel on the bed. "Got it. Get the bottom to do all the work, huh?"
His smirk widens. "The only work you'll be doing is holding on for dear life with the way I plan on fucking you."
"That so?"
He grins, looking up at me as I get myself ready and into position. He takes hold of my hips and gently eases me down until the head of his dick notches against my entrance. "I know I'm big, so this position puts you in control. At first. Until you're comfortable. Once you are, let me know, and then I'll take over."
I nod, chewing my lip as Court's dick penetrates me. I take a long breath in then out through my nose, loosening my channel as much as I can as I slowly sink deeper and deeper onto him. When I finally bottom out, I almost lose my balance at the fullness.
One hand grabs my waist, the other braces against my chest. "You okay, Buzz?"
"Feel so full," I mutter, my breaths coming out in yappy-sounding pants.
"Take as much time as you need," Court says, holding me in place. "If you need me to come out, just say so."
