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Click hereIn and out, in and out, aw hell it was wildly sexy.
"Baby...you feel so good." He grunted, snorting in large amounts of air, signaling that he too was ready to come. "So tight, James."
That sound he made had me jacking my cock. I'd drooled a pool of clear slick in the pit of my navel, which made a good slip-slide through my fist.
Suddenly, his expression changed from sweaty lust to his 'come face'. "Oh man I'm there! I'm there!" He hitched my ass up a little higher, fucked new angles and made the come boil in my balls. He leaned forward, and touched my forehead with his. "Come with me." He demanded, eyes blazing as he fucked me harder, in the throes of his orgasm that carried me into mine.
Hot ejaculate shot from me, between our sweat-slick bodies and we slipped in it as we heavy breathed male satisfaction in each other's face. At last, my heart came to its normal rhythm and we parted, kissed thank you. I rolled over and on my side and pulled Felicia against me so that her round butt was against my crotch.
"Did you enjoy your show?" I asked her, kissing her ear.
"Oh yes, we'll have to do that again." She purred, thoroughly satisfied with herself.
"Mmm, James, I believe we will."
Darrion pressed in close, slipping an arm under my neck and Felicia's too so that he could hold us at the same time. This was our usual sleeping position; it really was quite erotic, especially when one or all of us woke up from randy dreams—although now I wouldn't have to settle on fantasy about my guy being assertive. Through this, I realized it wasn't a matter of what I wanted, or how aroused I was at the very thought of surrendering my body, it was all about trust and he had mine.
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I enjoyed this story. The feeling of a chase, the erotic feelings of being desired, dealing with a twit, and in the end, having a first experience (being taken) the way it was desired in the first place.