smart boys are sexy
I sent Jack the text early in the day, so he had all day to think about seeing me. I’m sure it doesn’t break his focus much, but I knew it was on his mind. He showed up and kissed me hello the way he does.
I craved the intimate conversation and they way that he kisses me between sentences. I love talking to him. He engages my brain like nobody else and doesn’t settle for that “I’m not very smart,” self deprecating that I do. He actually just ignores it and I suspect finds other ways to make me understand what he’s talking about. He doesn’t ever assume I don’t understand something, including philosophy and baseball statistics and makes me very comfortable asking questions about it. Sadly, we don’t talk very often in between our rendezvous’, but when we are together we talk a lot. My bra unhooked with just one hand, he grabbed at my breasts. Taking my nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting at them. Ignoring my whimpers and only stopping when he felt so inclined to do so. Pulling down my pants, he commented that I’m currently not shaven. I laughed a little bit, saying that I don’t always shave it- and even if I never shaved my pussy- it wound not get much hair anyway. I couldn’t grow a full bush if I wanted to. It’s the Asian in me.
“Oh?” he asked, intrigued with my heritage, while slipping his fingers between my legs, “I didn’t know that.”
He continued to ask me questions about my nationality while sliding his fingers over my clit, again and again, dipping his fingers inside me, until my wetness covered his fingers. He kissed me hard. Letting me melt under his touch. He grabbed at my hair, taking a handful from the top of my head and using it to pin me down, my head tilted back, exposing my neck. He dragged his lips down my neck, kissing and biting at me until he took my nipple between his teeth. In one move, he bit down, pushing two fingers deep inside my pussy and pulling back on my hair. I gasped and cried out for him.
Jack and I don’t play in BDSM, but he likes getting rough with me. He is more comfortable with it and I suspect it’s just a matter of time before he lets go of all inhibitions and smacks me for talking too much.
Under his control. His fingers teased and taunted me to the edge and back. Rubbing my clit, fucking my cunt and my ass. Again and again. Talking into my ear, “Do you like that? You’re so fucking wet. Are you gonna cum for me?” His voice is deep and almost angry and then drops to a whisper, “I want you to cum for me, you little slut.” I feel my body start to shake from his touch and his words. His teeth sunk into my breast and his fingers fill my cunt and ass. He pulled my hair so tight, feeling me tighten around his fingers. Rocking with my body, thrust up into his hand, letting him cradle my sex in the palm of his hand. He moaned with me, pulling my tit while I came, my cunt and ass filled by his expertly assaulting fingers.
“I want to fuck you,” he said while I still fought to breathe. I tore at his jeans- taking his cock in my mouth before I managed to completely pull his pants over his hips. His fat cock filling my mouth, I responded wildly, climbing on to all fours aside him and taking in his warm flesh until he was rock solid in my mouth. Most of the reason we don’t always fuck when we are together is that once I get his fat cock into my mouth I never want to stop. It’s so thick and even though he feel so good filling my cunt, I’m such a cock slut for his thick shaft and big head.
I sucked and slurped at his cock like a sloppy whore. I could not help myself but to rub the head on my lips while he rubbed my ass and slapped it a few times until he ordered me to get on his cock. I kept going, while unwrapping the condom and rolling the tight sheath over his fat cock and climbing on top of him. I lowered my soaked pussy on him as he thrust his cock hard up in to me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down to him, kissing me hard, his strong fingers digging into my lower back, pulling me back and forth on his cock. I didn’t last very long before I started cumming on him again. We were crazed and sweaty when he turned me over and lifted my hips while he drove his cock into me again and again. I open my legs wide, taking him in deep while he pounded into me, grunting how much he loves my tight pussy.
Closer, he pulled put and I quickly pushed him down, I removed the condom with my mouth and dropped it to my hand without him noticing and without missing a beat I pushed his cock far back into my mouth, letting him grab my hair and fuck me. I used my hands and braced myself, letting him thrust up into my throat until I felt the pulsing of his cum through his thick flesh. I pressed down on his hips, and moved down on him now. Taking his cock in my mouth and closing on it tight, sucking hard as he groaned out and and shot hard into my throat while I, still crazed and wanting, swallowed shot after shot.
We laid close later. Catching up, talking, laughing, kissing. I’m always so smitten with him. His attention to me and his intelligence. I laughed saying how he could just whisper big words and theories on philosophy in my ear while he’s fucking me next time.
Jack didn’t think I was kidding.
I wasn’t.
Jack sounds very nice indeed!
And I’m impressed with your skills re: taking the condom off. I take my hat off to you; you are clearly a Goddess.
Smart men are sexy…
And I too salute your skills my dear..
[...] the bruise on the upper left there, is left over from my time with Jack. Thanks [...]
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