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Story: Carlos
Zoe couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. “You really need to stop comparing me to the sun.”
“Never,” he vowed.
“Probably not a good time to point out that I’m a natural blonde?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
She nodded. “I dyed it to match Kyle’s. I used to keep it really short too, but I let it grow out while we were in the mountains.”
He reached up and pulled on a lock of her brunette hair. “I’d love to see you as a blonde.”
Her smile was a little sad, because they both knew that it was safer to keep her hair dyed. “Maybe one day I’ll buy a wig.” Zoe scooted off of him and retook her place between his legs. “You ready?”
“Wait,” he said. She paused, the tip of the fake dick nearing his cheeks. “Grab the condom.”
She did as she was told, though confused. Why would he have her lube up the dildo if she needed to put a condom on it? Why would a dildo need to have a condom on it if it was clean?
“Put it on me,” he instructed.
“Why?” Unfortunately, her hands were too slippery that she wasn’t able to open the packet. She tossed it to him.
As Carlos ripped it open and slid it down his erection, he explained, “I still want to come inside you.”
Maybe Zoe needed to go back to anatomy lessons, because she was not understanding what he was getting at.
“When I tell you to, climb on top of me and sit on my dick.”
Zoe still had no idea what was about to happen, but she was too turned on to be overly curious.
She picked up the lubed dildo again. Carlos moved his legs back, holding them open wide with his hands behind his knees. This gave her a very clear view of his sheathed cock, his heavy balls, and his lubed pucker.
Zoe positioned the dildo at his entrance and carefully pressed inside. She’d never been the penetrator before, and it was exhilarating to watch his body take the fake phallus. She leaned in, adding her weight. Completely mesmerized, she watched his face as his breath changed and his eyes dilatated.
“Keep going,” he encouraged.
Zoe pushed in further. It was nearly halfway inside him. She pulled back out before pushing back in. His head rolled back on the pillow.
“Carlos?”
“It’s fine!” he gasped out. “I’m fine. It’s so different when it’s someone…” He stopped and picked his head up off the pillow. “It’s so different because it’s you.”
Zoe thought her heart was about to burst out of her chest. “I know the feeling,” she admitted. She shifted her weight on the bed and incidentally pressed the dildo further inside him.
“Oh fuck!” he panted. “Do that again.”
Zoe pulled the cock out and then pressed her weight into him as it reentered him. A part of her wished she had her hands free. What would it feel like to fuck him with her hips? There were strap-ons with clitoral stimulators too. Zoe really needed to get a job so she could go shopping for one.
“Whatever the fuck you’re thinking about, I’m a hundred and ten percent behind you,” he gasped out. “Oh fuck. Keep going.”
She repeated the action, over and over again, all the while imagining what it would feel like to be over him, kiss him, to play with his nipples… His utility belt and weapon were stored in his safe, but the man did have handcuffs. What would it be like to cuff his hands behind his back, put him on his belly, and take him from behind?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hurry,” Carlos pleaded, releasing the hold he had on his legs. “Get on my cock.”
Zoe didn’t bother to take the dick out of his ass. She scrambled up over his hips. She was so turned on that there was no preparation needed on her part. She slid the top of his penis through her drenched folds before sinking down on top of him. Zoe was so grateful for his foresight to put the condom on ahead of time.
Her groan from the fullness inside of her was cut off by her gasp as she was suddenly flipped over onto her back. They were now horizontal on the bed, her hair hanging off the end. He claimed her lips as he pounded into her. Zoe opened her legs wider, tipping her hips up higher, trying to get him deeper inside.
Hindsight, they were not being quiet. Neither of them seemed to remember that his mother and her son were in the surrounding rooms. If the universe was looking out for them, they were both sound asleep and would know nothing of what took place inside the new couple’s bedroom.
Neither of them lasted long. Zoe could not recall ever feeling so frenzied. They both shouted out their releases, clinging to the other like they were their reason for living. Zoe zoned out, riding her high of endorphins and oxytocin. She vaguely recalled Carlos getting up and hurrying across the hall. He came back with a warm washcloth, using it to clean her and then himself up. He dressed her back in her nightgown and pulled on his sweats.
As Carlos curled himself around her, pulling the covers up, she felt his mouth at her ear. She heard his words and wondered how in two days she’d gotten so lucky to be falling in love with a sexy small-town sheriff.
“Never,” he vowed.
“Probably not a good time to point out that I’m a natural blonde?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
She nodded. “I dyed it to match Kyle’s. I used to keep it really short too, but I let it grow out while we were in the mountains.”
He reached up and pulled on a lock of her brunette hair. “I’d love to see you as a blonde.”
Her smile was a little sad, because they both knew that it was safer to keep her hair dyed. “Maybe one day I’ll buy a wig.” Zoe scooted off of him and retook her place between his legs. “You ready?”
“Wait,” he said. She paused, the tip of the fake dick nearing his cheeks. “Grab the condom.”
She did as she was told, though confused. Why would he have her lube up the dildo if she needed to put a condom on it? Why would a dildo need to have a condom on it if it was clean?
“Put it on me,” he instructed.
“Why?” Unfortunately, her hands were too slippery that she wasn’t able to open the packet. She tossed it to him.
As Carlos ripped it open and slid it down his erection, he explained, “I still want to come inside you.”
Maybe Zoe needed to go back to anatomy lessons, because she was not understanding what he was getting at.
“When I tell you to, climb on top of me and sit on my dick.”
Zoe still had no idea what was about to happen, but she was too turned on to be overly curious.
She picked up the lubed dildo again. Carlos moved his legs back, holding them open wide with his hands behind his knees. This gave her a very clear view of his sheathed cock, his heavy balls, and his lubed pucker.
Zoe positioned the dildo at his entrance and carefully pressed inside. She’d never been the penetrator before, and it was exhilarating to watch his body take the fake phallus. She leaned in, adding her weight. Completely mesmerized, she watched his face as his breath changed and his eyes dilatated.
“Keep going,” he encouraged.
Zoe pushed in further. It was nearly halfway inside him. She pulled back out before pushing back in. His head rolled back on the pillow.
“Carlos?”
“It’s fine!” he gasped out. “I’m fine. It’s so different when it’s someone…” He stopped and picked his head up off the pillow. “It’s so different because it’s you.”
Zoe thought her heart was about to burst out of her chest. “I know the feeling,” she admitted. She shifted her weight on the bed and incidentally pressed the dildo further inside him.
“Oh fuck!” he panted. “Do that again.”
Zoe pulled the cock out and then pressed her weight into him as it reentered him. A part of her wished she had her hands free. What would it feel like to fuck him with her hips? There were strap-ons with clitoral stimulators too. Zoe really needed to get a job so she could go shopping for one.
“Whatever the fuck you’re thinking about, I’m a hundred and ten percent behind you,” he gasped out. “Oh fuck. Keep going.”
She repeated the action, over and over again, all the while imagining what it would feel like to be over him, kiss him, to play with his nipples… His utility belt and weapon were stored in his safe, but the man did have handcuffs. What would it be like to cuff his hands behind his back, put him on his belly, and take him from behind?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hurry,” Carlos pleaded, releasing the hold he had on his legs. “Get on my cock.”
Zoe didn’t bother to take the dick out of his ass. She scrambled up over his hips. She was so turned on that there was no preparation needed on her part. She slid the top of his penis through her drenched folds before sinking down on top of him. Zoe was so grateful for his foresight to put the condom on ahead of time.
Her groan from the fullness inside of her was cut off by her gasp as she was suddenly flipped over onto her back. They were now horizontal on the bed, her hair hanging off the end. He claimed her lips as he pounded into her. Zoe opened her legs wider, tipping her hips up higher, trying to get him deeper inside.
Hindsight, they were not being quiet. Neither of them seemed to remember that his mother and her son were in the surrounding rooms. If the universe was looking out for them, they were both sound asleep and would know nothing of what took place inside the new couple’s bedroom.
Neither of them lasted long. Zoe could not recall ever feeling so frenzied. They both shouted out their releases, clinging to the other like they were their reason for living. Zoe zoned out, riding her high of endorphins and oxytocin. She vaguely recalled Carlos getting up and hurrying across the hall. He came back with a warm washcloth, using it to clean her and then himself up. He dressed her back in her nightgown and pulled on his sweats.
As Carlos curled himself around her, pulling the covers up, she felt his mouth at her ear. She heard his words and wondered how in two days she’d gotten so lucky to be falling in love with a sexy small-town sheriff.