I crawled back to her surrendered ass. I could see her pussy lips glistening from how wet she was. A drip of her sex begun to fall down her inner thigh, as if her pussy was crying of joy for what it was about to endeavour.
I bent down to the escaping drip and glided my tongue up its trail, leading straight into her damp flower. She gasped as my tongue danced back and fourth upon her lips.
“Ohhh… Oh fuck. Fuck me please, I can’t… I can’t take this…ohhh,” she moaned. I guess I had given her enough sexual hell for one night.
I sat up and grabbed my erect cock and poked it into her split. She immediately backed into it before I could give her a good first pound. My bulge slid right into her warm, moist pocket with ease. My cock swelled against her tight walls. We both let out moans and we began to slap into each other.
I had her ass cheeks tight in my hands as I fucked her, spreading her cheeks as far as I can to penetrate my dick deeper into her. Her hanging tits bounced back and fourth with each cock pound. She was whining loudly. In the back of my mind I was hoping everyone else was still outside because she was making it obvious what was happening.
“Shhhh, quite down you little whore…”
She quieted down for only a moment, but she could not contain her whines as my cock penetrated her snatch. I gave her a few more thrusts and then I pulled out and slapped her ass.
“Alright flip over you little slut” I demanded.
She obliged. I grabbed her legs and threw them against my shoulders. She looked up at me, her face gaving me the most innocent slutty look which made burst of endorphins flow through me and made my cock twitch. I slid my shaft right back into her pussy.
She began moaning loudly again, to which I took one hand and covered her mouth. The other I began to choke her with.
Each thrust her moans translated to gags from my hands on her mouth and neck. Her eyes roll back into her head whole her back arches.
“Immher…ihmguhmma…cuhmmm…” I hear her attempt to say through my hands.
My cock begins to feel her pussy dance. Her walls vibrate against my shaft, which began the build up of an orgasm in my balls. I continue to pound her as our genitals dance together.
“You want me to cum inside of you baby? I know you were begging for it.”
“…plehsee… Ihh….”
“What’s that baby?”
I removed my hands and she explodes in moans.
“OH OHOHH PLEASE BLOW YOUR LOAD IN ME UHUHUHHHAHHH!!”
My cock vibrates, and I feel the pressure of orgasm flying up my shaft, and a hot stream of cum blows inside her tight pussy, delivering her what she had begged for. I let out a large moan as I cum.
“Uhh…fuck….” I moan.
It was a whole new feeling cumming inside, one that I know I should not get used to, but, fuck, was amazing.
I removed my drained cock and flop down next to her on the floor, both trying to catch our breaths. I reach over to kiss her. We look into each other’s eyes and smile. Goddamn, she was a catch.
. . . . .
And that was the last time I was inside of her. That memory is a favorite of mine. Not only because it was sexy as hell., but because it was a fun trip with her. I had begun to seriously fall for her, and I knew she felt the same.
But I ruined it. I ruined everything. She was ready to take the relationship to the next level. But something inside me just couldn’t do it. We have been seeing each other for months, so I could understand why she would want to put a label on it. But I did not trust myself. I had too many failed relationships in the past. I had hurt too many girls due to my emotions and I didn’t want to hurt her. She was perfect, and I was an emotional mess. She didn’t deserve me.
She was devastated when I told her I was not willing to put a label on it. Part of me was hoping that she would still go with it, but she was not willing to keep dating me without a label. I don’t blame her. I was lucky that she was still willing to talk to me at all.
In the four years since I last saw her she’s had three boyfriends, and has only been single a month of those four years. She had long relationships, probably because she was the perfect girl and any guy is lucky as hell to have her.
I was about to close out of Instagram when I took one last look at her profile. I noticed she posted in her bio that she was single. And there was a new message sitting in my inbox.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c1sphr/living_in_the_past_pt_3_mf_m_pov