Conquering your fear.

Bit of backstory to this excerpt. The woman has a fear of having her eyes closed near water because she almost drowned at a water park as a kid. The man is her best friend, a gentleman through and through and they’ve been together for a while. but she was raped by her ex, that’s why he’s her ex. I don’t know what I want to do with this story, just something that popped in my head one day while at work. Which was awkward as hell. Anyways hope you enjoy the read.

I slowly remove your black tank top, of course there’s no bra. I’m behind you, my aching hard cock touches your back, my hot erratic breath on the back of your neck. Your body shivers at my touch as it’s been a long time for you. all that’s left to remove are your leggings, of course there’s nothing underneath. The hot water runs, the steam fills the bathroom. You think I can’t hear your nervous breathing over the water running. But I can. And its adorable. I run my hands down your body ever so slowly, appreciating every inch of you. torturing you with anticipation every inch I move down to your waist.

Better man for her : DAY 1

She’s 3 years older than me, beautiful as can be, fit like an athlete should be, c cup breasts, perfect tight bubble butt, thick thighs, tan skin. She was always an object of my fantasies once I started to mature and care about girls. She was like any older bitchy sister who didn’t care for her little brother. She always chose the wrong man to be with, always ended being cheated on because she wouldn’t give them sex when they wanted. For she wanted more from a man, wanted to feel more from a man and mean more to a man than just sex. I watched and heard her cry again and again helpless as she couldn’t care less about me.

Better man for her: DAY and NIGHT 4

DAY 4:

I woke up first, the sun was still rising and so I wanted to get up and make her breakfast. I carefully got off of her and moved the blanket off but even so.

“where you going?”

“I was going to make you breakfast.”

“I don’t want breakfast; I just want you.” her voice is irresistible. I put my arm back under her head and she then moved her face in my hand and pushed her ass into my crotch. My horniness took over once more and my desire rose with my erection. I lifted her leg while I ran my hand down it until I touched pussy. I placed my cock on top of her thigh and lowered her leg and began to slowly thrust. It was my turn to taunt her. I reached my right hand around and teased her clit, pinching it flicking it and tapping it. Her skin got Goosebumps and I licked her back causing her to moan and move then she tried to grab my cock but I stopped her.

“how would you like your breakfast?” I whispered in her ear before nibbling on it with only my lips.

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Better man for her: Day 3

I woke up to her wiping me clean and when she noticed I was awake she giggled as she looked on at her work. I was already hard again, morning woods a bitch.

“sorry about the mess.” She said blushing not making eye contact me as if embarrassed about last night.

“It’s okay, why are you dressed for work?” I asked as I noticed she was wearing her adorable sexy work uniform. White button up shirt too tight around her chest since she gained weight, with a blazer over it and a black skirt that went down to her knees. Her cute little nametag and bowtie.

“I picked up a morning shift so I could come home earlier. So we could. So you could.” She pursed her lips and her legs came together as she brushed her hair behind her ear.

“make you mine.” She laughed at the words as did I which made her feel relieved I wasn’t judging her or thought she went too far.

“I love you and I’ll see you later.”

“when will you be home?”

Better man for her: Day 2

She got the day off because she called in and asked one of her friends to take the shift which her friend happily agreed to. As she was also there last night and saw the whole thing and was pissed at the manager since she was sleeping with him too. My sister woke up before me and had already done some laundry but was doing more. I knew this because she was now wearing my favorite legging shorts, the yellow ones with my favorite top for her to wear. A black bra with a black tank top, she grew into it as it used to be loose and now it highlighted her chest’s shape beautifully. Black is my favorite color on a woman after all. I saw this because my door was open and it faces the laundry room. I sat up and sat down on front of my bed and leaned against it while I finished waking up. she noticed I was up after I yawned and stretched and quickly came over and asked.

Better man for her: Day 1

Chapter 1:

She’s 3 years older than me, beautiful as can be, fit like an athlete should be, c cup breasts, perfect tight bubble butt, thick thighs, tan skin. She was always an object of my fantasies once I started to mature and care about girls. She was like any older bitchy sister who didn’t care for her little brother. She always chose the wrong man to be with, always ended being cheated on because she wouldn’t give them sex when they wanted. For she wanted more from a man, wanted to feel more from a man and mean more to a man than just sex. I watched and heard her cry again and again helpless as she couldn’t care less about me.