Moving Day

Charlie just grinned at him and kissed his lips, nipping gently at the bottom one. "Between my food and my pussy, how badly do I have you wrapped around my finger?"

The question froze him. It wasn't the question of a chick who wanted a relationship, but one of a woman who knew she had one-up on her fuck-buddy. Not good.

The thought was forgotten as Charlie reached between their bodies and grabbed for his cock, using her fingers to help him slide gently into her pussy. She groaned as his size stretched her, and Brian immediately grabbed her hips and forced her down harder.

It was a testament to his anger that he ignored her gasp of pain. Brian wasn't an owned man; he didn't owe faithfulness to any woman, and he wasn't about to let Charlie wiggle beneath his skin with her excellent food, pretty smile, and tight cunt. She was nothing more than a good fuck—an extraordinarily good fuck.

He held her hips slightly above his and pistoned his cock upwards. Charlie's nails dug into the skin around his chest as she suddenly came, the walls of her pussy grabbing him. Brian forced himself through, dismissing her ardent whimper. He twisted his body quickly until he was on top, giving a less than friendly grin when she shrieked with indignation.

Brian wished he could've said that his roughness diminished Charlie, but after the initial surprise, her warm pussy welcomed him, and he couldn't have pulled away if he wanted to. Her body took everything he gave, from the bite marks on her neck, to the pulling of her hair, to his hard cock as he pounded into her, grunting at her tightness.

Her voice was suddenly in his ear, telling him to cum for her, that she was right there, waiting for him to give and release. The next second his mind went blank as his balls seethed with heat. He slammed into her, his load barreling to the surface and emptying in Charlie's taut cunt.

"Keep going," she breathed in his ear.

Brian didn't pull out, letting several aftershocks take him, and Charlie quivered once more as she came sweetly around his deflating tool. Eventually he slid out and dropped beside her, his body still half on top of hers. They said nothing for awhile, letting the air dry the sweat on their skin.

Finally, Charlie turned over on her side and faced him, pulling her comforter over their bodies. "I made you angry," she said softly, a hand on his arm.

He turned to the ceiling and stared at her light fixture, clasping his fingers behind his head. "That must've been your goal," he said. "Else that stupid shit wouldn't have come out of your mouth."

"I wanted to remind you that all I wanted was to fuck. I don't mind cooking for you, and I don't mind having sex with you, but that's all I want."

"I've known you for less than twenty-four hours; what the hell makes you think I'd want anything more?" he asked. Brian wanted the barb to hurt her. It frustrated him that it didn't.

"Because I'm willing to cook for you, and I'm willing to fuck you," Charlie replied. "I feel like I've already explained this."

Despite his anger, Brian laughed. "A man's dream come true, right?"

She grinned at him. "Exactly."

Brian leaned over and took one of her curls, releasing it as his hand dropped to her breast. Massaging her flesh gently, he asked, "So, no sleepovers?"

"That'll just complicate things," Charlie answered. She arched her back slightly when he leaned over and drew his tongue slowly over her nipple.

Brian laughed softly and got out of her bed to get dressed. "Are you gonna give Michael a call, then?" he asked her, pulling his jeans up.

She just stared at him. "Perhaps I didn't clarify myself. I don't want a man in my life right now. I want a fuck buddy."

"Good," he said, pulling on his shirt. "I may be big where it counts, but I do know that saying about black guys."

"Believe me, you put a lot of them to shame."

Brian watched as her hand slid beneath the cover to caress her pussy. She winked purposefully at him and then closed her eyes, her mouth opening slightly.

"I thought you were trying to get rid of me?" he said with a lofty smile.

Charlie's seductiveness broke with a giggle. "I was trying to tease you."

"You have any ice cream left?"

"Yeah, why?"

Brian headed for the door. "I'll be back tomorrow night. You can tease me with that."