knees.
Doggie style. It was what he liked best. Not hesitating, he moved behind her and aimed his glistening penis at the center of her spread and into the liquid oasis.
“All of it, baby. I want it all.” She arched higher and watched from the mirror.
She became lost in the sight of his glistening hardness as he pulled back for the next careful plunge. She undulated against him when he filled her completely. His sac pressed against her wetness, sending still another wave of ecstasy through her body.
“I can’t take this anymore, baby.” He pulled back. “You know the sight of my
cock slipping in and out of you sets me off quicker than anything else.”
She flipped over and smiled when he moved between her legs. “Then bring it to
me straight on.”
Knowing she could not last much longer, she tried to think of something else to
prolong the pleasure. Quincy’s face popped in her mind. “Isaac.” She said his name over and over until they were the only two lovers in the world. Skin against skin, they rolled, like enemies, in a tangle of arms and legs. Panting, and finally screaming as spasms of organism racked their bodies. With the explosion going on inside of her, she still heard his whispered growl.
“I love you, baby. I love you so much.”
* * * *
Isaac spent the rest of the day and night close to her. Shielding. Hovering. He made several trips downstairs during the night, even after Skip returned, and continued to stay close by her side until he had to leave the following morning. Feeling the weight of being shadowed, she kissed him goodbye and breathed a sigh of relief. She called her parents and her sister, Cara, to accompany her to the game, along with Dee and Skip.
She watched him play, still feeling him inside of her and hearing his pained whimper of love. Listening to the women around her scream his name, she wondered about married life with such a high profile man. Just dating him had proven to be a challenge. Women sometimes ignored her and shoved their phone numbers in his face. She felt confident in his fidelity, and in most cases, he responded defensively enough to dissuade the anxious fans.
She felt confident enough to joke about it, but when a zealous female fan had pushed her into a trashcan container near the locker room, she had grabbed the scantily clad woman before Isaac could react. Watching him on the field always filled her with pride. As much as she wanted to think otherwise, she knew having Isaac as a husband would keep her on the defensive.
They waited for him to shower and change after the game, and left him with a host of reporters. Dee assured him she would stay at the loft with Chelsea until he arrived for the gala.
“I have to tell you, Dee, I really am getting a little scared,” Chelsea admitted.
“I’m going to the firing range. Damn! I really needed to relax this weekend and have a little fun.”
“And the fun was just starting for me. Your brother is the first man to make me
scream. Skip is hung like those stallions we admired when we went to summer camp. He’s got it, and the boy does know where to put it.” She licked her lips salaciously.
“You’ve known that since we were sixteen and I couldn’t get you away from the
window of Papa’s barbershop. I mentioned it to David the other day. You should have seen his face.”
“Did you tell them we were watching?”
She nodded. “I never told Skip. David may have. I only told him after he threatened to tell Dad about Winston and me.” She smiled. “Come to think of it, David was always extra protective. He certainly never liked Winston.”
“I don’t think they cared that we saw them back then. Skip was holding his cock
out to that hoockie he had in back room, and her eyes got as big as saucers. That’s when I decided I had to get me some of that. It took a long time, but it’s worth the wait…and the anguish.”
“I’m glad you had a good time, but I’m going to say
Doggie style. It was what he liked best. Not hesitating, he moved behind her and aimed his glistening penis at the center of her spread and into the liquid oasis.
“All of it, baby. I want it all.” She arched higher and watched from the mirror.
She became lost in the sight of his glistening hardness as he pulled back for the next careful plunge. She undulated against him when he filled her completely. His sac pressed against her wetness, sending still another wave of ecstasy through her body.
“I can’t take this anymore, baby.” He pulled back. “You know the sight of my
cock slipping in and out of you sets me off quicker than anything else.”
She flipped over and smiled when he moved between her legs. “Then bring it to
me straight on.”
Knowing she could not last much longer, she tried to think of something else to
prolong the pleasure. Quincy’s face popped in her mind. “Isaac.” She said his name over and over until they were the only two lovers in the world. Skin against skin, they rolled, like enemies, in a tangle of arms and legs. Panting, and finally screaming as spasms of organism racked their bodies. With the explosion going on inside of her, she still heard his whispered growl.
“I love you, baby. I love you so much.”
* * * *
Isaac spent the rest of the day and night close to her. Shielding. Hovering. He made several trips downstairs during the night, even after Skip returned, and continued to stay close by her side until he had to leave the following morning. Feeling the weight of being shadowed, she kissed him goodbye and breathed a sigh of relief. She called her parents and her sister, Cara, to accompany her to the game, along with Dee and Skip.
She watched him play, still feeling him inside of her and hearing his pained whimper of love. Listening to the women around her scream his name, she wondered about married life with such a high profile man. Just dating him had proven to be a challenge. Women sometimes ignored her and shoved their phone numbers in his face. She felt confident in his fidelity, and in most cases, he responded defensively enough to dissuade the anxious fans.
She felt confident enough to joke about it, but when a zealous female fan had pushed her into a trashcan container near the locker room, she had grabbed the scantily clad woman before Isaac could react. Watching him on the field always filled her with pride. As much as she wanted to think otherwise, she knew having Isaac as a husband would keep her on the defensive.
They waited for him to shower and change after the game, and left him with a host of reporters. Dee assured him she would stay at the loft with Chelsea until he arrived for the gala.
“I have to tell you, Dee, I really am getting a little scared,” Chelsea admitted.
“I’m going to the firing range. Damn! I really needed to relax this weekend and have a little fun.”
“And the fun was just starting for me. Your brother is the first man to make me
scream. Skip is hung like those stallions we admired when we went to summer camp. He’s got it, and the boy does know where to put it.” She licked her lips salaciously.
“You’ve known that since we were sixteen and I couldn’t get you away from the
window of Papa’s barbershop. I mentioned it to David the other day. You should have seen his face.”
“Did you tell them we were watching?”
She nodded. “I never told Skip. David may have. I only told him after he threatened to tell Dad about Winston and me.” She smiled. “Come to think of it, David was always extra protective. He certainly never liked Winston.”
“I don’t think they cared that we saw them back then. Skip was holding his cock
out to that hoockie he had in back room, and her eyes got as big as saucers. That’s when I decided I had to get me some of that. It took a long time, but it’s worth the wait…and the anguish.”
“I’m glad you had a good time, but I’m going to say
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