"I'm leaving." she said behind me. "The baby is sleeping in his crib. I will pick him up at the usual time."
I stood from the chair in my kitchen and watched my now ex girlfriend and mother of my child fix her uniform one last time. Her auburn hair caught the sunlight and shone even brighter. Her blue eyes danced for a moment as we stared at each other, then she frowned at me and continued speaking.
"I will be at your mom's around 10 tonight." she started. "Please make sure he has had a bath and...." I couldn't focus after that. I took in the features of the woman that I had stupidly let go of. My gaze settled on her lips- pink, full, with a hint of shine.
Wait, shine? "Are you wearing make-up?" I interrupted. She never wore make up with me. She didn't need it but it was the effort she was making to look her best that I was hesitant about.
She glared and said, "You haven't heard a thing I've said! This is why-" and then she was off again, on the same old rant I'd heard a million times at this point. My eyes found her breasts- full Double D cups that were tightly confined to the white button down blouse she wore for work. There was just a hint of color to be seen- she was wearing something red beneath her top.
She continued to rant- at this point, I was "lazy and unresponsive."- and I kept staring, drinking her in. For a girl who only stood 5'4, she was 90% leg. Long, lean, tan legs that I had not had wrapped around me in so long...
Those legs led to her delectable, perfectly rounded ass- a souvenir from the pregnancy. I took in all of her now- the fire on her head, the tight little body, long legs- and knew that I wouldn't be able to stop myself.
My cock throbbed, stiffening at the thought of her. I smiled. My tan, thin body moved its way towards her, backing her up against the wall of my kitchen. I grabbed her hands and held them as she struggled against me.
"Chris, what are you doing? Are you crazy?! Let me go!" she cried. As she protested, I snuck my lips against hers. Her protests were muffled and then obliterated as she kissed me back hard, pushing her body against mine. I fisted my hand into her hair and broke the kiss long enough to haul her into my bedroom.
I threw her on to the bed. She tried to get up but I caught her by the shoulder and pushed her back down. "Savannah, you've been asking for this since we broke up. You come her, in tight clothes, making yourself look irresistible- what did you think I was going to do?"
She swallowed. "Chris, let me go." She pleaded. "You've had your fun, now seriously. I need to go."
I placed my hands at the top of her blouse and pulled roughly. Buttons scattered and I saw that while her voice said no, her body was screaming yes. Her breasts were encased in a red lace bra, pushed up and together, long pink nipples straining the fabric. I moved down to her pants and after a moment had those ripped off as well. The matching red lace thong already had a small wet spot forming between her plump, pink, pussy lips.
I smiled and said, "Savannah, when your body tells me to stop, I will. But right now, it is begging me for relief."
My cock rose painfully as I removed my clothing. I fisted her hair again and brought her lips to it. "Suck it." I said lustfully, pressing against her closed lips.
"No, we can't..." As she protested I slipped the head of my cock into her mouth. She gagged and I said, "Do it, you slut, or I will."
Slowly she began to lick and suck. I forced inch by inch down her throat until she had it all. "You like that, don't you slut? Like being forced to suck my big cock? You need it, don't you?"
