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Finally, I was able to relax, feeling her legs wobble against me as she exploded in my busy mouth. Witherspoon rubbed her pussy against my mouth until she tapped out. Unsteady, she was now leaning against me in an awkward position, so I helped lower her to the bed. When her back met the mattress, those long legs opened wide, inviting me in. Witherspoon’s hands were all over my chest and arms.
“Grab the condoms,” she groaned, half satisfied, still hungry.
Obeying again, I sat up on my knees, bit the foil package open, and rolled the rubber onto myself.
“You good?” I needed to know before going in.
She reached up and cupped my heavy balls, demonstrating she understood my question. I covered her with my weight, lowering as my dick sunk into her softness. Our breathing strained a bit at first, but as I began to slide in and out, we both loosened up. Her arms stretched out and wrapped around me, one hand going straight to my ass. She grabbed tightly, the tips of her long, pointy nails encouraging my strokes. Her mouth suctioned my shoulder, alerting me to another pleasure point. Or maybe anywhere this girl touched me could make me feel so damn incredible.
I stroked, I pounded, I circled to stretch her walls for me even more. And when Witherspoon was ready, she began lifting and meeting my dives into her sweet soft pussy. She pulled my face to her and kissed me. Her tongue pushed deep inside my mouth and she moaned, thighs tightening around me similar to her walls. My body reacted, hips thrusting harder and faster. My coiled body slapping against the fat of her ass. Once again, I found myself not being able to breathe just before she exploded. It was a minor sacrifice for me to bring her pleasure.
That was until she cried, sucking my tongue, slamming into my dick with quivering walls. My balls jutted and spine arched, and I blasted inside of her while gasping for air. For her. My head spun, making me feel drunk with pleasure as Witherspoon showered my face and neck in kisses, out of breath herself.
I collapsed, face buried in her pulsing neck. “Marry me.”
Her laughter was feathery and crisp, echoing against my chest. “What’s your real name?”
Shit…
“What are your long term goals?” Witherspoon asked in the darkness of my bedroom.
She killed the flashlight on her phone when we left the bed for the bathroom. She had to pee and I needed to toss the rubber.
I licked my lips and swallowed, considering that. It wasn’t a question I was prepared to be asked at eleven at night and in the dark. “Like what? A year from now?”
“Yeah. A year, two years—whatever.”
“Personally or professionally?”
She giggled. “God, I already know what you want personally. I’m asking what about outside of being married and having kids. What are your goals?”
“I want to monopolize the majority of residential construction real estate in the tri-state area.”
“Damn. The majority? Looks like Dan Lewinski’s ten steps ahead of you.”
I rubbed my nose, internally scoffing. “So, it seems.”
“Majority. Wow. That’s a lot for a small firm to assume. Even though I’m encouraging my father to sign on with Lewinski, I’m not sure that isn’t a huge undertaking for him. And I’ve heard he’s sick. Broke his hip bone or something. Either way,” she sighed. “there are the big firms who are larger and some with more years in the industry.” She paused for a while. “Mergers and acquisitions at this level make perfect sense, only on paper and prayer pillows.”
Interesting…
“What’re your short term plans?”
She sucked her teeth and snorted, “Why specifically short term for me?”
“Because I know your long term is dancing. Your club and studio.”
“Oh.” She giggled. “True that. Ummmm…” Then she exhaled. “Well, I’ve got one more place to look at with Mehki. I plan on making an offer soon after with whichever I settle on.” She nudged me with her elbow. “Thanks for that, by the way. And ummm… Beyond that, who knows.”
“What about ya sky hopping?” I yawned.
“What do you mean?”
“Traveling.”
“Oh! Traveling? Ummm…” she hummed again. “I’m thinking about doing something right after visiting my mom in South Carolina in May. So sometime in June, I’m hoping.”
“Where?”
