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She scared me celibate
“Come on, Luke. We’ve been together for three years.” Her wheedling tone pierced my hungover like nails down a chalkboard. “Everyone knows we’re going to get married.” She stroked my chest, twisting my nipple the way she knew I liked.
Her logic baffled me. We’d been dating casually for six months, not three years. And I wouldn’t marry her. Ever. She was a nutcase. Certifiable.
“Sally, I love spending time with you.” I really meant I loved sinking my hard cock into her tight as fuck pussy. Hell, it would bring any man to his knees. “But I’m not ready to settle down and get married. I’m only twenty-four.” If I wanted to settle down, it wouldn’t be with you. I nuzzled my nose into the crook of her neck, giving her a little love bite. I needed to get laid. She was here.
Hands travelled down her luscious curves, smacking her plump ass and lifting her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding her wet cunt onto the hard ridge in my jeans.
“Fuck, Sal, you feel fantastic.” I claimed her lips, bruising them as I demanded entry. Tongues tangling, my fingers slipped under her skirt and into her hot channel, drowning in her sopping hole. I groaned into her mouth and dropped her onto the couch.
Impatient to dive into her hot depths, I divested myself of my clothes and stroked myself as she performed a sensual striptease for me. She rolled a condom over my shaft with her teeth before flicking the light off.
I laughed at the glow-in-the-dark green cock standing at attention between us. “Fuck, that’s awesome, baby.”
She turned and bent over, twerking her ass in my face. Begging me to dive into her. I grabbed her hips and slammed my hard length into her, smiling and shaking my head as the neon green disappeared. She threw her head back with a scream as she shoved her ass at me.
“You can’t wink that dripping pussy at me and not expect me to pounce on it, baby.” Flesh slapping against flesh, sounds of our fucking filled the room. It was always like this with us. “GAWD! I. Love. Fucking. Your. Tight. Puss. So. Fucking. Good.” Every word punctuated by a hard thrust into her. Every pump of my hips answered by a loud squeal from my girl.
I couldn’t wait any longer. Couldn’t wait for her to shatter around my cock. And shatter she did. Spectacularly.
Her inner walls clenched down on me. Clamped around me, pulling my orgasm from my cock with a ferocity she’d never shown before. Milking me for every drop of seed.
“Oh baby, that’s it.” Sally twitched in my arms, aftershocks of her orgasm shaking her to the core. “Fuck, so good. I’ve never cum like that with anyone. Ever.” She turned, my softening cock slipping from her, and kissed me like she meant it.
I held her as she came down from her climax. Sat silent as she started talking about marriage again. Listened to her droning on about colour schemes and themes for our wedding. Heard about the engagement ring she’d already picked out. It was up to me to scrounge up ten grand to pay for it.
Her breathing slowed as she fell into a deep, sex-induced sleep. I waited another twenty minutes before slowly extricating myself from Sally’s embrace. Slipping off the couch, I creeped into my clothes and locked her door behind me.
Everything I’d ever left at her place landed in my trunk with a thud. Phone in hand, I sent her one last message.
Sally. Thanks, but I’m not having fun anymore. Goodbye.
Then I blocked her number and deleted our text threads.
Two months later, at a mutual friend’s Halloween party, Sally sauntered up to me dressed in a long, thin purple and cream box. A window on her chest showed two bright blue lines.
“What are you supposed to be, Sally?” Sweat beaded on my forehead. I dreaded her answer.
“I’m your worst nightmare, Luke.” She grinned as I replayed her rolling the condom on me. “Or should I say, Daddy?”
