My head lolled on my shoulder as pleasure hit my senses fully, and I widened my legs to accommodate her small frame. She went all down, taking everything in. I felt a hard pulse growing, my breath quivering in anticipation as I fought to keep still. She took me deeper and deeper, and I lifted off the bed, gasping as I thrusted into that pretty hot mouth. I gripped her hair tight, encouraging her and when she pulled off and dove for my balls instead, taking both of them deep in her mouth, I saw heaven and all its angels.
I bit my bottom lip. Don’t come, please. Not yet. Not yet.
She slurped and brought her eyes up to stare at me, her face slick with spittle and her lips red and a little bloated than usual. The sight of her face in that start almost made me convulse. “Fucking hell. Get on me now, sexy girl,” I growl.
She straightened, glancing around. “First, where are the condoms?”
“What?” I frowned. “Don’t you want to have my babies in you?”
Her jaw went slack, but she hastily recovered.
“Kidding,” I laughed, noting the relief that washed down her face. “Are you on birth control?”
She nodded. “I started last week.”
“Then I say, fuck condoms and let me come inside of you.”
Something flared in her eyes. Something inscrutable. “No. I-I can’t do that.”
“Why? You know very well that I’m clean. I always ensure I fuck with condoms, so you have nothing to worry about.”
Her eyes searched mine, the distrust not wavering off a bit, but she said at last. “Okay. This would be your first time raw, right?”
I nodded. “You’re so damn special, Cherry.”
She smiled shyly, straddling me once more. I placed my hands solidly over her hips to strengthen her knee stance. This was going to be one hell of an orgasm.
She leaned down, capturing my lips and I cupped her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. I gripped her tight, bubble arse and spanked it hard, propelling her forward with a moan. I spread her cheeks and dip a finger in, running it in a tight circle around her flesh.
I inserted my cock slowly. Tears escaped her eyes but that was it. She began to rock on it as we kissed passionately, our tongues moving in sync with my thrusts. I slapped her cheeks, guiding her up and down like we’d done multiple times before. This time it was as mind-blowing as the first. But this time I wasn’t wearing condoms, which made it all the more perfect.
She leaned back and rocks her hips effortlessly, taking my cock deeper and deeper. The look on her face clicked something in me. I’d never seen anything like it. I’d never seen a girl look so hot, so beautiful, so content.
Damn. It’s over.
I craved for her to meet my family. I knew that they’d love her.
For once I was going to introduce a girl to them. It wasn’t something I’d ever thought of or done before.
What sort of spell did she put me under?
I lifted her slowly and circled her hips onto me. She threw her head back and groaned while I brought my face up to capture a nipple between my teeth, tugging at it. She pumped me harder – up and down, my engorged cock slipping in and out like it rightfully belongs there. It was dirty. It was nasty. It was erotic.
But most of all. It was perfect.
“You feel so fucking good, Maxy,” she moaned. Hearing her call, me by that nickname pushed me into a state of delirious stasis and I started slamming her faster onto me without thinking about the consequences.
“Ahh, Maxy…” she cried out.
The rhythm got terse, her tits bouncing up and down as she rode me expertly. I could feel everything – every pulse, every muscle, her heartbeat. The way she circled her arse and took me deeper was driving me wild. Thinking straight wasn’t an option in this. In fact, I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want to think straight at all.
“Maxy, I’m going to come,” she whispered, managing to keep one eye open. “I’m sorry but I can’t hold it off much long. I can’t…”
That was all I needed to hear. I wanted to gift her with the best orgasm of her entire existence. Bucking my hips up from the bed, I thrusted faster into her, her head lolling back as her orgasm rippled through her. I held her down on my cock as mine started building up, my head shooting back to hit the wall as my vision turned gray along the edges, my cock swelling to a painful degree, planting my seed deep in her.
For the first time I come in a woman. And it was a different, euphoric feeling altogether.
–
We’d gone down to the hotel bar after two more rounds in the shower to get ourselves drunk. The bartender, a young man of about twenty with dark hair, braces and a polite smile waltzed over to us as soon as we sat down on the high bar stools. “Good evening, Sir. Good evening, Ma’am. What would you like to have?”
I turned to Cherry. “What would you care for, princess?”
“Can I see the menu please?” she asked. The bartender slid it across. Her brows are furrowed in concentration as she perused through the options. I tucked the hair obstructing my view of her face behind her ears and she looked up to smile at me briefly. “A glass of Moscato won’t be so bad.”
“Yeah, baby. And I’ll have a Margarita.”
We lapsed into conversation while the bartender prepared our drinks. I had to admit, I’d never heard a woman speak so intelligently. Could she be any more perfect? She had looks and brains. She had compassion and class, even though she barely made enough money from the publishing house. The chemistry between us swirled as we spoke, and it felt as though I was hanging out with a good friend. There was transparency in the topic we discussed, and I got to see things from a new perspective.
When the bartender placed our drinks in front of us, she took a cautious sip of her, slipping her tongue out to wet her bottom lip excitedly. “This is the best Moscato I’ve ever tasted,” she laughed.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” the bartender beamed, then left us to attend to other customers at the bar.
She sipped from her glass again. “So, you weren’t kidding when you said that you haven’t had unprotected sex before?”
I shook my head. “Why would I? None of the other ladies ever appealed to me that much. Besides, they insisted strongly on condoms too.”
“You’ve never had a girlfriend you were committed to?”
I shrugged. “I had one last two years. We dated for two months.”
“That’s a bad record.”
“Sexual relationships were never my strong point,” I sipped my drink, loving the burn. “I’m always busy with work, and I hardly create enough time in my schedule for anyone.”
She scrunched up her face in mock disgust. “So, you’re more content with just sleeping around? How does that work for you?”
“It’s pure, harmless fun,” I laughed. “No-strings attached sex is something much easier to handle, honestly. I can’t deal with the emotional stuff that comes afterward. It’s not my person. And I’m too much of a loving fucker to keep a girl and still cheat on her.”
“You don’t take them on dates?”
“Seven dates are the maximum. That’s if they can hold themselves for that long. Most of them start demanding for more before we even go on our second date. It’s tiring.”
“Well,” she flipped her hair. “You’re quite a catch. A dreamy one at that.”
I took her hand up to my lips, kissing her knuckles softly. “Thank you, Mi Amor.”
She flushed and turned her face away for a few minutes. We sipped our drink quietly afterwards until she finally spoke once again. “Hey, Max. Can I ask you something?”
I nodded. “Shoot. Right away, Cherry.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Have you ever dated a single mom? Like, do any of your past flings have kids?”
I shook my head, not even thinking about it. “That’s disgusting. I don’t do single mothers.”