“Oh my god, Brian. That was fucking amazing. I’ve never cum like that. EVER.”
You chuckle. “Well, if you did the neighbors would be pretty entertained I imagine. Speaking of… do we need to worry…?” Your question trails off, not finishing your thought, but I know where you’re going and decide to tell you more of the story.
“I don’t care if they know, Brian. Or if it gets back to Chad. I found out today that he was cheating on me.”
“Oh…” you don’t say much, but it’s written on your face that you think that’s what this is about. I cut you off, I can’t let you think that at all.
“No, that had nothing to do with this, Brian. I have wanted you for so long, and texting you today - before I knew he cheated - I had already realized that I wouldn’t hold back anymore. When I told you to come over today, I wanted to finally have you because I want you.” I kiss you hard, putting whatever I can into the kiss to convince you that this is about you, not him.
The kiss ends and you pull away slowly, but keep your face close to mine. “I’m so sorry, Kait. For everything. That he’s cheating, that you find out on your birthday, that… that FUCKING ASSHOLE!” you blurt. I can see the flicker of rage and fury in your eyes, protective of me, similar to how you always took care of me when I worked for you. It’s so touching. I brush my hand against your clean shaven cheek.
“Thank you, but it’s going to be ok.” I kiss your cheek, then give your lips a deeper kiss. I want to bring your attention back. I reach down and gently wrap my fingers around your cock, happily finding you completely hard again. “Mmm… Besides, who cares about him when I can have this instead?”
Your hands slide up my spread thighs, reaching my waist then giving me a sharp tug, bringing my soaking wet pussy to the edge of the couch. You give me your adorable smirk and reply, “Oh? Who said you could have that?”
I curl my finger at you, beckoning you. You bend down over me, between my spread legs. I moan as I feel you press against me, your hard shaft splitting my lips to either side. You rock ever so slightly, running your shaft through it painfully slowly and making me moan. I reach up and wrap my fingers behind your neck and pull into the kiss. “You wouldn’t say no to me on my birthday, would you Brian?” I ask as if I’m asking the most innocent question in the world.
We kiss slow and deep as you continue to rub your cock against my slit and make me moan into your mouth. I break the kiss and bring my head next to your ear. “Fuck me, Brian. I need to feel you inside me,” I whisper. My tone is firm. Despite the words, it wasn’t a request. It was a statement. A command.
“Mmm…” you moan, clearly enjoying hearing me say it. I feel you cock pull away from my slit for a moment before it’s right back. This time instead of the shaft, it’s the head of your thick cock pressing into my slit. My turn to moan now.
“Mmm...OH!” before my moan is even done you thrust your hips forward in a steady stroke. I’m soaking wet but you’re still so much bigger than my husband. I feel so full. I feel so sexy. I feel everything I was hoping for. I wish I had seduced you sooner, thrown myself at you, anything to have not waited so long for this.
Your fingers dig into the top of my spread legs, grabbing them and pulling me into you as you thrust hard. My tits bounce each time you crash into my body. I slide my hand up my body and once again cup my breast, supporting it while it bounces for you. I bite my lip and gently roll my hard nipple between my thumb and pointer. You clearly enjoy the show, and I can feel a little more force behind the next few thrusts. I bite my lower lip and moan as you slam into me again and again.
“God yes, fuck me Brian!” I yell as I look you in the eyes. The burning, animalistic stare you’re giving me is driving me wild. You look like nothing could tear you away from me right now. Still I reach out and grab your ass with one hand, pulling, maybe wishing I could pull you completely inside me.