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I’m his girlfriend!
Boyfriend and girlfriend. That’s what we the two of us are!
I pour all of that excitement into this blowjob.
I don’t mean to brag, but I’m good at blowjobs. Okay, I guess I do mean to brag a little bit. I decide from the time I lose my virginity in college that I want to be good at blowjobs. I figure that if I’m not the hottest girl in the world, I can make up for it by giving insane head.
So I get very good at it. I practice and study and learn different ways to make it stimulating and fulfilling for guys. I work hard at it.
But what I do for Drake right now puts every blowjob I’ve ever given before now to shame. I drive my lips all the way to the base, sticking my tongue out when I take him in my throat and using it to caress his balls. I use one hand to massage his groin and the other to massage his abs just above his cock. I swallow hard when I’m at the base and suck hard all the way to the tip, moving my tongue in figure eights and flicking the tip of his head each time I go up. I keep my eyes locked on his and moan as I move up and down on him.
When he cums, I don’t stop. I keep sucking him as he jerks and throbs in my mouth and throat. I moan in satisfaction, and that satisfaction isn’t feigned at all. He feels so goddamned good, and I love that I can make him feel good too.
When he realizes that I’m not going to stop even after he’s done cumming, his eyes widen. I smile up at him, although he sees it mostly in my eyes since my mouth is still working hard on making him cum again.
When he does cum again, I still don’t stop. It’s not until about fifteen minutes later when his fourth orgasm explodes in my mouth that he finally pushes me off of him.
I giggle, and I’m about to make a snarky comment when I end up on my back and his mouth is on my pussy.
It’s not a contest, but if it were, he would win. He makes me cum seven times before I have to tap out because I’m on the verge of unconsciousness.
God, I’m the luckiest woman on Earth!
Chapter Six
One Year Later
When I kiss Drake goodbye at the front door, I feel so damned overwhelmed with happiness. Of course, after he roars away on his Harley, I have to step back and close the door. Then, I need to walk all the way to the couch so I can collapse.
Yeah, it’s a lot of work.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been so thoroughly screwed that you’re wobbly when you walk. Well Drake was gone for three days and got back last night. Let’s just say that neither of us slept. My mouth got a workout. My pussy got a workout. My ass got a workout. Imagine your most intense workout and what it took to recover. Now imagine that in sexual terms.
Yeah, exactly.
But when I collapse on the couch, I giggle because of how happy I am. I guess I giggle a little because it was Drake who had to throw in the towel and tell me he couldn’t take anymore. Oh, I was pretty close to that point, but I can’t deny that the whole sex goddess thing is filling my head in a pretty powerful way.
And check this out! I mean, thinking about the many-position night we shared has my nipples hard! My nipples are sore as hell, like every other part of me. How in the world can I be sore as hell but also getting turned on for more of what made me sore in the first place.
Before you go thinking that every single time Drake goes away, I turn into some kind of a sex machine when he gets back. I mean, he was only gone three days. His return was special, this time because of what he brought back.
Oh! I have to call Courtney!
Damn it all to hell, my phone is in my room. The idea of getting up and walking there feels a lot like idea of trying to climb Mount Everest. If I still lived at Courtney’s house, it would be a little easier. My room at her place was closer to the front room. Well, she’ll never forgive me if I don’t call her right away.
That’s the theory anyway. It still takes me a long time to get up the motivation to stand. Once I’m standing, it takes a long time for me to start putting one foot in front of the other.
Eventually, though, I manage to get to the phone and take a picture. I send it to her with a smiley face emoji.
Then I wait.
I wait for exactly three minutes before she calls me and shrieks into the phone.
I can’t help it. I begin shrieking too, and when we finally both stop, I realize that now my voice will be as sore as the rest of me.
That doesn’t matter. When Courtney says, “Oh my God! That diamond is huge!” I think that what really matters isn’t the size of the diamond, but the man who I get to spend the rest of my life with.
I guess the size of the man I get to spend the rest of my life with is pretty impressive too!
