[MF] Giving in when you really shouldn’t.

This is a follow up to my [first story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lz6qjo/mf_im_addicted_to_creampies_im_losing_control/) starring my friend Emily and I. While you certainly don’t need to read that story to get into this one, it might be a more full experience if you do so.

I’m Rob – I’m 27 years old, 6-0, athletically built, and I’ve got curly dirty blonde hair with bright blue eyes. And I’m addicted to creampies.

This got me in a bit of trouble last month when the pretty barista that I fuck on occasion, Emily, and I gave into our devilish, primal, instincts and fucked raw until I came inside her. As you can maybe imagine, that resulted in a pregnancy scare later in the month. Shocking, I know. But I can’t help myself. When you’ve got a beautiful girl impaled on your prick and she’s writhing, asking for cum inside her – I’m powerless.

So much so that it happened again the other day.

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Early in the weekend, Emily and I hung out. We were both bored, and we were just going to get some coffee and chat in the car in a parking lot near her house, but I dressed to impress regardless. I wore one of my fine black sweaters and slim cut dress pants. I enjoy dressing up, and wore a fine watch and kept my hair slicked back. Maybe it’s my inner slut that compels me to dress well whenever a pretty girl is around, who knows?

But Emily looked good too. She wore cute black sneakers, a cropped crewneck sweater, and a pair of those yoga pants that (apparently) got famous on tik tok – the set that makes your ass look fantastic? Forgive me for saying I’m not super familiar with tik tok and it’s numerous influences on young people of today, but I’m certainly appreciative of this particular cultural touchstone – that’s for sure, lol.

Anyway, we got coffee. We sat in the parking lot of an office building and watched as spring began to take hold around us. Spring’s my favorite season – when it gets warmer out, I tend to walk around my apartment naked. I couldn’t tell you why, but I’m pretty excited for that this year.

We really should have talked more about the unprotected sex, about her looking into birth control. Condoms, even. But we didn’t. We just japed and joked as we so typically do, and that spiraled into an impassioned kiss. Youthful urges are sure powerful, aren’t they? They are to me, anyway.

The spans of my hands ended up on the sides of her heads, fingers dancing and intertwining with her beautiful red hair as we kissed. Hard. Her fingertips took leisurely explorations of the muscles in my arms through my sweater, and eventually one of my own eager grasps made their way up her cropped crewneck to rest on her bralette clad breast. Nothing left to say about it. We were going to fuck.

It’s a good thing too, because fuck, Emily makes me so fucking hard. I was absolutely straining against the fabric of my pants. My penchant for tight, boxer brief style underwear sometimes bites me in these sorts of situations, I suppose.

When we finally break our kiss, Emily tells me that she’s “Incredibly fucking wet” in a breathy voice. She sits back and pulls her pants off of her while I frantically unbuckle my pants and let my cock spring free. I can see that it’s already oozing precum and throbbing with wanton need. I let out a low groan as she climbs into my lap and immediately helps herself to my cock. Bare.

When she sits down on it, we both let out impassioned groans. My hands are gripping her womanly hips, marveling at her milky white skin. My gaze is pulled away only by the utterly, utterly, *gorgeous* look on her face, the one that ends up plastered over her features when she’s getting fucked. Her brow wrinkles cutely, her eyes seem to well up, and she looks at me with a look of pleasure that, well…makes me powerless. Absolutely powerless.

We quickly work into a good rhythm, the sound of our bodies colliding is drowned out by the unrestrained moans of need spilling from both of our mouths. I have to imagine that we were louder in the car than we were in her bedroom. The lewd noises bounce off the windows and roll back to fill our ears. The windows start to fog, slightly, as I pant and groan. She feels so goddamn good, and my arms are wrapped around her, almost as if I’m holding on for dear life while she rides me. My arms bulge as her lithe body rolls and rides, while my gaze shifts from her gorgeous body to the fogged windows – wouldn’t want someone to catch us, sure, but at this point I’m not so sure that I care. She feels too incredible.

She straightens up and puts her hand on my proud shoulders as she leans back slightly, really throwing her hips against mine. She’s basically screaming at this point – you know how a woman is when she’s absolutely *overtaken* by her lusts, close to orgasm, and hell-bent on achieving it? Yeah. It’s something to fuckin’ see, that’s for sure. Emily looked more like an immortal sex demoness in that moment than a pretty redheaded barista. She looked incredible.

But she looked even better when she came.

She writhed and moaned with her face twisted in pleasure, eagerly pumping herself onto my cock again and again. Frankly, it seemed almost as if she barely knew I was there – like I just happened to be attached to her true instrument of enjoyment: my cock. My shaft grew slick with her juices and cum as she road through her orgasm, pushing *me* right to the edge. I told her as such.

I was absolutely boiling, I was going to cum in the next few moments. That was a given.

The only question is where.

“I’m gonna cum.” I told her. She had pulled all the way up in my lap, with only the head of my dick inside her bare pussy.

Then she said it.

“Are you gonna cum inside me?” she pleaded in an adorable voice that was equal parts need and inquisitive. Why’d she have to say it then? When I had no power over my lusts? It was a foregone conclusion at this point.

I pulled her down onto my cock in answer, hard. I was inside, to the hilt, pumping copious amounts of my load into her, bucking and moaning loudly in the fogged up car as my balls heaved and swelled, giving her everything, making her overflow.

She had a sweet, sweet look of wicked satisfaction on her face.

My friends, I’m starting to think I don’t know Emily at all. What kind of girl is this? That wants this? Should I still see her?

I’m unsure if I can resist either way.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m241rh/mf_giving_in_when_you_really_shouldnt