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Don’t misinterpret that to mean I go crazy. I don’t. What I mean is any thoughts I might have that I’ll be directing things disappears. Maybe it’s more correct to say I relinquish control. In any case, I am definitely not in charge anymore.
His hand leaves my breast, and he roughly grabs my shirt and lifts it up over my head. My arms go up because the shirt can’t go through them. He tosses it on the floor and then his hands move to my ass. He grabs me and lifts me up so he can clamp his mouth over one of my breasts. “Oh, Jesus!” I cry as his lips and tongue torment my nipples.
Don’t get me wrong about not having any control. I’m not unhappy about this situation at all. It’s just that in an instant, this becomes his show entirely. If there’s any doubt at all about who’s in control, it disappears into nothing at all as he sucks, licks and bites first one nipple and then the other. I don’t even realize he’s walking until he kind of drops me onto the couch and gets my jeans off. All I can say is I’m grateful he unbuttons and unzips them first because I think it might hurt like hell otherwise. He pulls them off forcefully enough my shoes present no barrier, and they fall off as well.
“Oh God, Chip,” I moan.
I intend to say something like, “You feel so good,” but I don’t say anything at all. The only sound that escapes me is a gasp, followed by a moan of pleasure that’s loud enough I clap my hand over my mouth to keep from waking the baby.
This all happens because as soon as my jeans are off, Chip drops to his knees, yanks my panties to the side, and buries his face in my pussy.
I’ve been eaten out before, but not like this. In the past, when guys went down on me, they were always tentative, as though they were unsure of themselves or afraid of hurting me. The end result is that cunnilingus has never really been something I look forward to, but something I tolerate so the guy can feel sexy.
What Chip does between my legs is very different. Even though this position is all about me, it still feels as though he is entirely in control, licking and sucking aggressively and driving my body faster and faster to what I know will be a very powerful climax.
Except I don’t want to cum in his mouth. Not now, at least. I want to meet Chip the cock and see if he’s as impressive as Chip the dildo.
“Fuck me, Chip,” I say. “Please fuck me.”
He stands and before I know it, his cock is filling me completely and I am screaming and shuddering on his cock as pleasure pulses through me like successive tidal waves of sensation.
Spoiler alert: Chip’s actual cock ismuch, muchmore impressive than Chip the dildo.
Part of that is his size—he’s bigger than the dildo and stretches me right to the limit. Another part of that is the way he fucks me. There’s no restraint in his movements. He thrusts fast and hard, slamming forcefully into me and holding my arms above my head so I can’t move to stop him, not that I would if I could. It’s so intense and larger than life that a second orgasm follows on the heels of the first and when that orgasm fades, I feel the third building right behind it.
The biggest reason this is so much better than any sex I’ve ever had before is that despite the forcefulness and dominance of his behavior, being this close to him—feeling his body above me, looking at the expression on his face—shows me that the vulnerable side I imagined was there isn’t my imagination after all.
He’s a big, tough, dangerous man, but at the same time, he’s scared and vulnerable and in need of affection and comfort as much as anyone else. When he cries out and I feel his cock pulsing inside me just as my pussy begins to shiver around his cock, I pull him close and hold him tight, my arms and legs wrapped around him, and hold him there long after our orgasms fade.
When we finally separate, I dress, and before I leave, I kiss him softly and tenderly and say, “I’m off work tomorrow. I’ll come by and help with Gilly as soon as I wake up.”
He looks at me with eyes that I would almost call innocent if I didn’t know any better and says, “Thank you, Megan. For everything.”
I kiss him once more and say, “See you tomorrow,” then leave with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jonah
Am I being a prick?
I mean, this girl is beautiful. She’s sexy and I’m not just talking about her body. Well, sure, her body is sexy. She’s nineteen years old, for Christ’s sake, and she has the kind of body a guy dreams about when it comes to a college girl. The point is, she’s sexy as fuck, just beautiful. She’s also engaging and charming. She’s smart.
Those are all reasons to like her.
I mean, yeah, I’m seventeen years older than her. That’s a little unwise, I guess. I don’t mean the sex. Hell, guys like me don’t have trouble sleeping with younger women. The clubhouse is filled with girls from her age all the way up to their thirties who are primarily there just to sleep with the guys. For God’s sake, that’s how I ended up with Gillian in the first place. I mean, I don’t really have a problem with the gap in our ages, not for just sex and not for a relationship.
But I wonder if I’m being a prick because at least a part of why I want a relationship with Megan, and maybe the biggest part, is so I don’t have to raise my daughter alone. I mean, is it wrong for me to look at her and just as much as I imagine a life with her, I imagine her being my daughter’s mother? This question kind of fucks me up. For two weeks it fucks me up like crazy.
She’s over every day before she leaves for work.
She’s over shortly after noon when her part-time shift is done.
Most days she stays until the baby goes to sleep for the night but three days a week, she has college in the afternoon, and on Thursday nights she has an evening class. She shows up on Saturday and Sunday mornings as well. I don’t know what the hell I would do without her. When she’s in class, I feel like I’m falling apart trying to take care of Gillian and the relief is so powerful when she arrives, I feel like I’m going to collapse.
As though thinking about my daughter sends her some kind of alert, I hear her crying suddenly over the baby monitor. I sigh but Megan lifts her mouth off my cock, kisses the tip, and says brightly, “I’ll get her.” I stare at her ass (like a prick, of course) as she walks away. On the other hand, the brightness in her voice says if I’m taking advantage of her, she doesn’t mind. Still, that doesn’t change the way I mind.
I’m not a good man.
