Page 7 of Cream Pie

We stagger to a stop, panting and gasping, and when I look up at him in the mirror, I blush as I start to giggle. He grins, wrapping his big arms around me and kissing the back of my neck.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he groans, kissing my skin. He grinds his cock into me, making me whimper before he slowly slides it free of my tight, clinging pussy. He reaches down and tugs my panties up, and I moan quietly as he pulls them tight against my pussy.

“This thing you’ve got to get to,” he growls. “I want you to feel me there. I want you to feel my cum dripping out of your little pussy and leaking into these panties.”

I turn in his arms and melt against him, kissing him deeply and wildly for I don’t even know how long. Eventually though, he pulls away from me to dress, which I watch eagerly like a total creep, of course. When he’s buttoning his shirt back up, he moves back to kiss me again.

“Last night was incredible,” he groans. “And today was even better.”

“Am I— I mean, am I going to…” I frown. Fuck, I am bungling this whole “no strings attached one-night fling” thing. I force a laugh to wave it off.

“Nevermi—”

He cuts me off with a soft, deep kiss.

“I already left my number on your bathroom sink,” he purrs. He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, and I stare right back at the beautiful man who’s taken my virginity.

“Have fun at your thing today,” he murmurs.

“Have fun at yours,” I whisper back.

And then, he’s gone. I take one second to quickly fix my dress and hair, and then I’m running out the door to apologize to my friend for being late to brunch.

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