Hunter was coming over for the third time this week.
I'd tried to tell myself that I was going to limit our physical contact. We could still hang out as friends, sure, but I was only going to fuck him when I really, really needed his cock.
On Monday, I needed his cock in the parking lot of the grocery store.
On Tuesday, I needed his cock after I finished cooking dinner.
On Wednesday, I needed his cock because it was a little too cold outside...
Ugh.
Why did it feel like I always needed his cock?
I'd just gotten off Skype with Greg. He was in some airport, walking around with a cinnamon pretzel in his hand. I was trying to focus on what he was saying, but there was a desperate need getting worse in the center of my thighs. In between my boyfriend's words, he would take huge bites out of his pretzel, licking his lips each time afterwards...
It made me wet.
It made me miss his mouth.
I tried to take care of the need myself, shamelessly playing with my own pussy mere seconds after our Skype call came to an end.
It wasn't fucking working.
Fuck.
I needed Hunter's cock.
I'd called Hunter maybe an hour ago, and he was currently buried deep inside of me as I was bent over the bathroom sink. I had my hands resting against the counter, as he relentlessly fucked me, his hips thrusting fast and hard. I was so close to coming for him again, and by now, it was like he could tell when I was about to go over the edge. He pulled back a little, going tortuously slow, as he ran a finger gently across my clit.
"Don't come yet, baby." Hunter bent down towards me, softly kissing my neck. "We're not done yet."
"Please..." My begging came out as a moan. There was such a pressure building in my pussy, I felt like I was going to explode. "Please let me come, Hunter. Please."
"So fucking cute when you beg like that." He kissed my neck one last time, before starting to thrust into me again, keeping his same, relentless pace. "Is that how you beg your boyfriend, too? You beg Greg to let you come?"
I nod my answer as a yes, completely unable to form any complete sentences. Not when Hunter was fucking me like this. Not when I was about to come all over his cock.
"Has he ever fucked you like this, Ashley? Right here? Just like this?" Hunter groaned as he got closer to the edge himself, his cock throbbing inside of me.
I silently shook my head as a no, as I now had to bite my lip, not wanting to make the same mistake I'd made with Hunter the first time he fucked me. For some reason, when my body was feeling amazing, when every nerve ending felt like it was on fire in the best way, I wanted to say Greg's name.
Maybe that was just being in love.
"You can say his name, baby. I know you want to say his name." Hunter grunted, as he pushed a little harder into me. "Tell me who owns your pussy."
"Greg...Fuck...Greg...Greg!"
"And who owns your pussy right now?"
"You own my pussy, Hunter. Fuck, fuck! You own my pussy!" I was screaming out my words, before the involuntary waves took over my body, making me come for Hunter, yet again. I could feel him coming inside of me, too, as he grabbed onto my waist and pulled me closer towards him, making sure my pussy was filled with every last drop of him.
As we caught our breath, Hunter casually slid out of me, reaching for his phone somewhere on the counter. "Hey! It's almost 10. Did you still want to watch that weird as fuck Sci Fi movie?"
"Uh, duh?! If we'd missed that movie because you wanted to keep fucking me, I would've banished you from my life, ASAP!" I move away from the counter, heading out of the bathroom door. I feel Hunter gently grab onto my arm, stopping me from leaving.
"If I wanted to keep fucking you, you would let me keep fucking you." He smiled over at me, before pulling me in for a kiss. But our kisses were never like the ones I shared with Greg. Kissing Greg always made my heart melt...
Kissing Hunter just made me wet.
