Blake rolls his head back as he grabs my hair, fucking my face, his thrusts violently sweet. He grunts and groans. I know he needs this just as badly as I do. What’s it been? A month? Two months? Fuck. Too long.
When his cock hits the back of my throat, I gag but then breathe through my nose as I pull back. Leaning down, Blake swiftly lifts me off the ground, then spins me around and bends me over the couch so I’m face down and ass up. My pants are at my knees in one swift moment, and then he pushes my thong to the side roughly.
I gasp as he grabs my hips, and I feel his cock at my entrance. He rubs the tip back and forth, spreading my wetness down my pussy and up over my asshole. I wriggle in place because I’m so fucking turned on.
“Ready, baby?” Blake breathes as he continues to rub his dick up and down.
I moan in response.
He slaps my ass. “I asked you a question. Are you ready for me?”
I bite my lip. There’s my Blake. “Yes.” I pant.
He thrusts inside me in one swift movement, lifting my lower half off the couch. I cry out as he pushes balls deep, his thickness stretching and dominating my pussy.
Slowly, his cock slides out before he rams it in again. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He thrusts in and pulls out, over and over.
Flipping me over, he continues to fuck me as sweat drips down his face. I moan and wiggle beneath him, sliding my hand down, my fingers search for my clit in hopes to get off.
Blake’s a good lay, but sometimes, I help find my orgasm.
My fingers do the job well.
We find our rhythm. Both of us close to release.
“Oh, shit!”
I freeze and push Blake off me only to see Jordan walk in wearing a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
We jump apart, the moment gone.
“Ohhh, get it in, bro. Get it in!”
I roll my eyes, wanting to puke.
His darker skin, his darker eyes.
His tattoo snaking up his chest and poking out of his shirt. The one I hate so much.
Fuck.
Jordan ruins everything.