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That’s more like what I’m looking for.
He cups my boobs. I’m wearing a Hawks T-shirt and a pair of matching panties with the logo over my crotch. The same logo is stretched over my chest. I rush-ordered them as soon as I knew I was coming to the game.
He tugs at the hem of my shirt, presumably so he can have unobstructed access to my boobs.
“Wait.” I hold up a finger. “Let me show you one thing, then my boobs are all yours.”
He looks unimpressed. “It better be good.”
I turn around, pulling my hair over my shoulder. On the back, in white lettering, is the number eleven with WATERS across the shoulders. The panties read: WATERS’ ASS.
Alex runs his hands down my sides and squeezes my ass. “Are you sure this is exit only?”
“What?” I lurch away and bolt to the other side of the room as I shield my backside with my hands, protecting it from potential invasion. Alex stalks toward me.
“There is no way, Alex! It’s not an option. Access denied, access denied!” My voice is so high I sound like I’ve been inhaling helium.
Alex holds his hands up in supplication and speaks softly. “I’m just kidding, baby, I promise. Come back here and let me check out those panties again.”
I’m still wary. This isn’t the first time he’s said something about getting up in there. I’m a firm believer if he’s talking about it, he wants to do it. He’s even admitted he’s thought about it.
He almost backs me into a corner, so I sidestep him to escape. I’m not fast enough. I find myself in the air, and suddenly I’m on the bed, facedown with Alex’s body covering mine. His monster cock presses against my ass cheek.
“So help me God, Alex, I will never let you touch my boobs again!”
I mean it, too. Maybe.
The weight of his body leaves me, and I flip onto my back. He’s doing a push up over me. It’s impressive.
“I was just playing around. I like the panties.” His monster cock lines up with the right part of my body.
His kisses are soft, as if he’s apologizing for scaring my bum. After a few heavenly minutes of making out, I’m no longer worried about his desire to enter the “no go” zone.
He grips the hem of my shirt and tugs it over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, so his view is unhindered. He pushes my girls together and nuzzles into them, nibbling and kissing. He stays away from my nipples, avoiding full contact. It’s killing me.
I’m a porno-moaning mess, writhing underneath him when he finally circles my left nipple with the tip of his nose.
“Does that feel good?” I can feel Alex smiling against my boob.
I bite my tongue to stop from begging him to just lick already. He’ll give in sooner or later. There’s one way to make it happen. I snake my hand down to the waistband of his pants, wrestle with his belt, and pop the button. There’s no messing around. I shove my hand inside and palm the MC. Alex makes a low noise in his throat.
A moment later I feel the heavenly wet press of his lips followed by gentle suction.
I squeeze encouragingly, not that he needs any encouragement once he gets started.
While he devotes attention to my upper half, I push his pants over his hips and line up our lower halves. Even with my panties in the way, I’m still able to get some friction.
“God, I want to fuck your tits.”
It’s almost a growl. I stop moving.
With his mouth still on my boob, he looks up and mumbles, “Oh shit, did I say that out loud?”
Based on all the boob lovin’, it’s not like it’s a surprise he wants to slide his dick between them. What is surprising is how appealing the idea is.
“You can if you want to.” I offer a tentative smile.
Alex gapes at me. “What?”
“You can . . . fuck my tits.” It sounds dirty. I like it.
He scrambles up onto his knees. “Are you sure?”
Biting my lip, I squeeze my boobs together in invitation.
I’ve never seen anyone undress so quickly. Alex is naked before I can blink. He straddles my torso, gripping his giant cock. Oh God, it’s leaking. He rubs his thumb over the tip and strokes down the shaft as he stares at my boobs. His fiery eyes flip up to mine. “Is this okay? We don’t have to be in this position.”
He’s so sexy like this—hard cock in his hand, looming over me, waiting for me to give him the go-ahead. I shimmy up the bed, rearranging the pillows so I’m mostly upright. Wrapping my fingers around his, I lick the head.
A soft curse falls from his lips. He roots around in the nightstand, producing a bottle of lube. At my frown he’s quick to offer an explanation. “My hands are rough. This makes it better. Plus, I’d hoped you’d be coming to see me, and I figured it’d be good to be prepared in case we have lots of sex.”
