Chris: What’s your plans tonight?
A text from Chris always made my heart skip a beat and my breath quicken. What turned into a one night stand turned into multiple one night stands. Chris use to leave afterwards, now he stays night sometimes. Some mornings he even showers, leaves his clothes, and some days, we have breakfast..
“Holy fuck,” I say out loud, “We’re fuck buddies.”
It’s a Saturday afternoon and I’m still in my pajamas. I planned a full day of eating absolute junk and binging on Stranger Thing’s newest season everyone has been talking about. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about Chris. When we are together, we talk, and I enjoy talking to him. I love fucking him more. The thought of Chris between my legs made me wet and shift on my couch. I considered getting up to wipe myself so I don’t make a mess on the couch…then my thoughts drift off to the last time Chris and I were on this couch. We were on this couch a lot. Most of the time we were drunk and couldn’t make it upstairs, other times, I enjoyed giving him a blow job while he watched ESPN channel, caressing my head with his head thrown back.
I thought about the last time we were on this couch. It was early morning, Chris scared the shit out of me tearing through the front door. He has his own key now, it was just much easier. I was dressed, ready to go for work.
“Chris, what are you – ”
“Bend over.” His demand was the intense voice I was so familiar with, I immediately became wet. Still shocked, I didn’t move. Chris was behind me in seconds, pushed me over the couch. “Hold on tight baby, I need this so bad, I need your pussy.”
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“Mmm,” I moan and push back into him, thankful I wore my skirt. Chris pulls my pencil skirt up, and moves my thong to the side. He always loved the way my thong would drag on the side of his dick while he pumped in and out of me. With his ever so familiar hands, Chris rubs my clit and pinches.
“Always ready for me baby,” Chris whispers in my ear. “How much time do I have?” Chris says as he pushes into me.
I moan out loudly. I wonder if I’ll ever get use to his large dick inside of me. I throw my head back onto his shoulder, turning my head, wanting his kiss.
Chris rejected my kiss. Instead he pulls out slowly then rams hard into my ass with a loud SMACK. I scream out. “I asked you, SMACK, how much time I have.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head, I don’t wanna answer him, just keep fucking me until I pass out. Chris reaches in front and rubs my clit slowly. I rock my hips in the circles that I know drives him wild, and he groans. “5 min,” I say when he finally gives into my kiss, “if you can…” I smirk at him and Chris gives me a wink. He leaves my shoulder and goes to work on my ass. Grabbing both sides of my hips, Chris pumps in and out not giving me anytime to catch up with him. I gave in, allowing him to get his release off on me, using me for his fuck toy, so he can go to work and have a good day. I loved giving that to him. Chris squeezes my hips harder as he comes, and I know my hips are going to have a bruise. I have many love marks from Chris, I had to wear a turtle neck once for a whole week in summer when Chris fucked me against the wall and almost ate my neck off. Chris finishes inside of me, giving me kisses and rubbing my back, then immediately pulls out heading for the bathroom for a washcloth. Still bent over the couch, I missed his dick, his body. Chris comes back and wipes me up, between my legs, between my lips, always kissing me cause I always moan in pleasure when he’s touching it.
“Have great day,” Chris says with a wink while he heads towards the door.
Breathing heavily I snap back out of my thoughts, realizing I made a puddle on the couch. My phone buzzes again.
Chris: You there?
I sigh heavily, I need him now.
Me: You can only come tonight?
Chris: I can come anytime, you know that.
My heart flutters and I get excited with just a few words.
Me: I need you now Chris. Fuck me all day and night, just NOW.
Chris: Be there in 10 min.
I’m excited, but suddenly I’m nervous. Of all the times Chris and I have fucked I always get nervous, maybe I want to please him and not disappoint? I put on Chris’ favorite tank, a light black wife beater that covers just the top of my pussy and barely the top of my ass. I quit wearing underwear when I knew Chris was coming over.
Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror I hear the front door open. I give myself a devilish smile and decide to let Chris find me. The door slams shut and I hear keys drop on the table by the door. I hear his soft foot steps on the carpet stairs, then suddenly I feel his presence in my room. He turns into my view with his arms crossed against his broad chest, he’s in khaki trousers, a white button up long sleeve, but always had it rolled up to his elbow.
“Hey you,” Chris winks at me, “nice outfit.”
I walk, no run up to him without answering. I’m not going to repeat myself, I told him what I needed. We immediately kiss, I missed his mouth so much. I grab for his pants, while his hands roam my familiar spots. We move easily together, our bodies and hands dance around like two snakes mating. We back up onto the bed, and I force Chris to sit. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and I take off his pants, freeing his dick. I smile up at him, opening my mouth slowly, relaxing my throats, and taking him entirely in. Chris leans back and groans.
“Baby I missed your mouth.” He pumps his hips into my head making it bob over and over. I pull off and lick around the throbbing veins in his dick. I taste precum, and I grab his balls, playing and squeezing. “Mmmmhm,” Chris shifts around the bed.
“Come here, I need to touch you.” He leans forward and picks me up off my knees. We lay on the bed side by side and I lean in to deeply kiss him. Running my fingers through his hair, down his rough face and beard. Chris grabs my waist, not breaking our kiss and turns me over on my side. I giggle in excitement. His kisses trails down my neck and onto my back. I arch my back and press my ass against him. He groans, reaches down and positions himself at my entrance. Chris teases my pussy, using the tip sliding up and down. I wiggle arching my ass pressing further trying to get him inside of me. I sigh out loud, frustrated, and I hear Chris laugh.
“My oh my, my little kitten is anxious today, isn’t she?” he taunts me, slipping his tip just a bit inside and pulls out slowly.
“God, Chris,” I groan. Arching, begging with my body. I just want him inside of me, if it was the last damn thing i wanted was this.
“Shhhhh,” cooed Chris. I sighed again, this time I was angry. He started kissing me down my back. My body reacted as it always does for him.
“Fine,” I shouted out shoving Chris’ hands off of me and attempted to get off the bed. “I told you I wanted to fuck, if you can’t do that, I can call someone else.” I sat up and almost made it off the bed, when Chris grabs my shoulders and slams me oh my shoulders and slams me on my back on the bed. Chris has ,been rough with me before, many times I’ve welcomed it, but this took me by surprise.
“No one,” he grunts and shoves himself entirely into me, “can please you, push like I can.”
I yelp out in shock and pleasure, moving with his hips and grabbing his ass, trying everything I can to shove him deeper into me.
“Say it Jessica,” Chris says as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, agreeing with me that he should be deeper inside of me.
“Say what?” I whine out, between gasps.
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“Open your eyes Jess,” a nickname I did not give him permission to call me. I opened my eyes to see Chris’ chest heaving in and out over me. He releases my thighs, still inside of me, I squeeze him and his dick responds, nudging inside of me. Chris crawls towards me for a deep kiss. He places his elbows beside me and cradles my head. He is so gentle it surprises me. He begins to slowly thrust, while shoving his tongue in my mouth, with the same motion.
This kind of fucking is so erotic and romantic, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I use to tell Chris when I was coming, but he knew when I was coming. I throw my head back and scream, pooling on his dick, when he quicken his pace.
“Say no one else can do it like I can, no one.”
Deep in desire and lust, I open my eyes to stare at Chris. “No one can ever do it like you can.” I whispered. “Not ever.” I feel Chris’ dick twitch, and I gasp, feeling it harder than before slamming into me.
“Fuck Jess,” Chris groans and shouts out his release, with a few hard pumps, finally collapsing over me.
We deep kiss, fall asleep on the bed, for a nap. We have the rest of the day together, we’re going to need the rest.