Page 3 of Dreaming

Her pussy was motherfucking gold.

The kind a man needed to lock down for himself so he had it to eat and fuck to his heart’s content without worrying if some other bitch-ass was gonna roll up.

By the time his groin was flush to her ass, both her hands gripped the headboard. He gathered her long dark hair and dropped it over one shoulder so he didn’t accidentally pull it when he got caught up.

Rubbing his palms down her back, he smiled at how dark he was compared to her. Nicki mentioned she wasn’t full white but he couldn’t remember if she said what she was mixed with. She’d also put on some weight.

Dennis didn’t give a fuck. He was darker, bigger, harder. More cushion for the pushin’ as one of his raggedy uncles used to say while he smoked cigars on the back porch.

Dennis massaged her skin, petted her, his palms slipping over her hips and the cheeks of her ass. He pressed his hips snugly against her and the breath stuttered from her lungs.

“Full, babe?”

“I-I didn’t know it was possible to be this full.”

Laughing, he said, “You might not mean it as a compliment but I’m gonna take it as one. You need more time? I can stay like this as long as you need.”

She inhaled carefully. “I’m good.”

Rubbing one hand up her back, he massaged her shoulder. “You let me know if you need a break.” She nodded. “Time to fuck, babe.”

Her shoulder in one hand, her hip in the other, he started with slow, steady thrusts. He knew what he was packing and breaking his lovers was a dumb fuck move.

He’d never risk a rep as an inconsiderate lover.

Pulling almost all the way out, he went back nice and slow to his balls; taking his time, being careful, waiting for her to show him what she needed.

“Oh my god,” she whispered as she rocked back to meet him. “That’s better than anything has the right to be.”

“That’s what I like to hear. You ready for more?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

Nicki was goddamn polite when she was tired. He was probably never fucking her in daylight again.

“Let’s do it.” He picked up the pace, his balls aching after eating her for so long and the way she gripped him. “Your pussy...my lord.”

Every few strokes, he went a little harder, a little faster, and the first time she came around his cock, he almost lost it.

Something that never happened.

“Feels too good...” Her voice was almost reverent.

Sliding both hands around her as he moved, he cupped her breasts and sighed as they filled his big palms. He didn’t remember Nicki’s breasts being so full but realized he’d obviously been too rushed during their hookups. Shame on him for missing the details.

She covered his hand with hers and he liked the way it felt.

“Such nice titties. Hard nipples. I should have sucked them for you…I’ll do that next time.” Keeping one hand wrapped around a firm mound, he slipped the other down her belly to her clit. “Swollen, wet. Mm. Brace yourself for me, babe. I need to feel you come around me again before I fill this rubber. Balls are aching to empty inside you.”

“More.” She whispered it so softly, he almost missed it.

“Sweetheart, my pleasure.”

Then he let loose...as free as he was ever able to be with a woman without hurting her. Delivering short, fierce strokes that kept her filled up and gripping him, a place inside her cupped the head when he was as deep as he could get.

“G-god!” she moaned. “Don’t stop!”

Ten strokes, twenty, and her entire body shook so hard she couldn’t hold herself up. Her words were incoherent as she came all over his cock, clamped so tight he had to force his way past her natural resistance.

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