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Lynx

“Turn around. I want to see your face,” I state, causing her to startle, and slowly turn to face me.

She is stunning, both in mind and body. I’m not sure I’ll be able to go at her pace.

So, I begin to beg the heavens to allow this woman to let her inhibitions go and take what she deserves.

She hesitates for a brief second, but it allows me to see her vulnerability.

I decide that it’s my turn to show her what she is missing, and plant my feet in the bed, pushing my ass in the air as I hook my hands into the bands of my underwear and pull them down over my ass, making sure to fling them with my foot to the side.

My body on full display for the woman who drives me wild.

“I haven’t done this in a while…” she pauses, her eyes flying to meet mine. “Willingly, anyway.” She moans, her hands tightening on my chest. I know they are going to leave marks, and I will gladly wear them with honor.

“You aren’t defined by what they did…” Her body begins to slowly bounce up and down on my lap.

Her pussy that was wrapped around my shaft tightens, and her head falls forward.

Her body bounces slowly until I can feel her body start to shake.

She slams her body down on mine and moans.

Her pussy pulsing around me, milking my cock like it’s the first time I had an orgasm.

“Oh God, Paul. It feels… it feels.” Her mouth falls open and her eyes close, but her body keeps moving. “It’s too fast. I need to hold on,” she moans.

Moving my hand to the apex of her thighs, I use my thumb and pointer finger to pinch her throbbing clit.

Watching her detonate drives my need to finish inside her.

Planting my feet on the bed and spreading my legs as my hands grip her hips, I pull her down as I push up, releasing my cum deep into her body.

“Fuck, Jessikah. You feel absolutely amazing bouncing on my cock. I could live the rest of my life buried deep inside your body. But that’s just the beginning.

I want to experience life with you. When you stood from your desk, it was like someone finally answered my request for just one more good woman,” I say, watching her face soften and a small smile reach her lips.

“Do you know I have never had an orgasm I didn’t have to either fake or have an extra something to push me over the edge.

I have always used my fingers to rub my clit when my ex was inside me before he turned into a psychopath,” she mumbles, as she lifts herself off me and rolls to the side.

My cum spilling from her pussy as our mixed evidence of pleasure coats me and the bed.

I don’t say anything. How can I respond to being her first orgasm without her own help? Other than throwing my hands in the air and pumping my fists. There is something about being the only man to bring her to pleasure and make her remember it and my name.

She yawns and brings her hand up to under her cheek and slowly falls asleep.

Watching this woman sleep is the topping on the cake.

Her lips pucker into this cute pout. Her leg comes up and pushes between my thighs, my junk resting on her leg.

I smile at the roof. This is the first woman who hasn’t been disgusted by body fluids that we both created, and yet this woman is happily sleeping with me marking her skin.

Raising my hand to cup the back of her head I say, “My angel, I don’t know what I would do if you ever decide I am not worthy enough of you.” Leaning in, I place my lips on her forehead and close my eyes, breathing in her jasmine and coconut scent.

***

“Paul, you need to wake up. We have places to be and you need to do me,” Jessikah whispers, her blonde hair framing her beautiful face.

“You have too many clothes on.” I moan and look down to see me tied tightly to the bed and no clothes on. Smirking, I close my eyes and mumble, “All you had to do was say you wanted to be in charge.”

“Why wouldn’t I be in charge?” her voice is unfamiliar. My eyes fly open and I stare up at Spun, who is pulling off the blonde wig and mask that looks like my woman.

“She was such a gullible bitch. Believed me when I told her we were married and that you were just high and thought she was me,” her evil voice gets darker as her eyes jet to the right.

My eyes follow hers and, in the corner, slumped down with her eyes closed is Liquid.

Her arms loose by her side and her feet resting out.

“What did you do to her?” I ask, my voice tight as if I am being choked.

I gasp awake and look to my left and then to my right.

I am not tied to the bed, but Jessikah is not beside me.

I jump out of bed and fly out of the room in search of Jessikah.

I hear noise from the kitchen, so I slowly creep down the stairs, praying Jessikah is still in the house and that she is safe.

When I come around the corner and look into the kitchen, I see her. My angel is standing by the stove, swaying her hips to the song playing on the speaker in the corner of the kitchen.

Walking up behind her, I brush her hair over her shoulder and lean in to in her ear. “I don’t like waking up and you not being in the room.” I pull her earlobe into my mouth and suck gently before letting go.

“I was originally lying beside you, hoping you were going to wake up, but you are a sleeper,” she starts, a moan slipping from her lips. She pops her ass out, connecting with my crotch. Then she slowly rolls her hips, brushing the cheeks of her ass against my crotch.

“You are playing a dangerous game, baby. I will bend you over against the counter and we will have a quick dirty fuck.” My hands grip her hips as I pull her close. “That turn you on, baby?”

She nods her head, grinding against my hardening shaft.

I spin her, placing her hands on the counter and placing my hand against her back.

I lean over and whisper, “I’m going to fuck you.

I am going to take my needs out on this gorgeous body of yours.

If you want to stop, all you have to do is say so.

Understand?” She nods her head and wiggles her ass.

This woman is going to be the death of me, in the best possible way.

Taking in the woman before me, her body covered in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of lace panties that look like shorts. I would love to watch this woman walk around in a house we both live in, in nothing but those lace boy shorts.

Running my finger down her back, over her hips and with a gentle push on the lace between her ass cheeks and then down between her thighs.

Moving the lace to the side so my finger can gain access to her honey pot.

Running my finger over her hard pearl, causing her head to fall forward and hit the countertop.

Just as I begin to pull my cock out, Tina walks in the front door, shouting for Jessikah. Not willing to waste an erection, I plunge into her body and lean over, telling her to stay quiet.

Tina walks into the kitchen, her hair is a mess and there is a hickey on her neck.

She is talking about her night and how many times Brownie made her orgasm.

Jessikah is biting her lip and nodding her head.

Her body gets wetter as I slowly push in and out of her body.

To Tina it looks like I am standing behind Jessikah, but to me the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around my shaft is driving me insane.

Watching my girl and Tina interact as I am plundering her hole with my shaft.

“You dirty girl. Are you getting fucked and still talking to me?” Tina asks, a smirk on her lips, but she makes no move to leave.

Brownie walks up behind her, wrapping his arm around her hips as he swings his head to me and smirks.

He starts to pull Tina back, but I shake my head.

Being watched is turning Jessikah on, and I’m not going to stop until we both come.

“Jessikah, let them know how you feel. Tell them what I am doing to you,” I demand, gripping her hips and pulling her back hard. I start pounding into her body as her mouth opens to speak, but the only thing that comes out is a moan.

“Paul…” My name is like a song bird coming from her lips.

I don’t take my eyes off Jessikah, her ass jiggling as it bounces up and down.

My momentum sputters as the orgasm that started at the base of my spin shoots forward and spreads across my body.

Groaning her name as I fill her body with my sperm. Marking this woman from the inside out.

Kneeling down behind the counter, making it look like I am fixing something, I run my hand up her leg, going to fix the panties I had moved to the side.

Her thighs are coated in her and my juices.

Her pussy is swollen, but the urge to finger my cum back into her body takes over and I plunge my pointer and middle finger inside her.

“You dirty girl,” Tina states, her heels walking across the ceramic tiles. Brownie’s boots setting a slower pace behind her.

“What are you doing down there, Paul?” Tina asks, as I withdraw my fingers from Jessikah’s body and put them into my mouth. Using my other hand to fix her panties.

“Sweetheart, he is admiring his work and making sure he stays inside her body,” Brownie states, as Tina giggles.

“So, like you do,” she shoots back.

“Just marking what’s mine,” Brownie and I say at the same time. Me raising from the floor and leaning into Jessikah. Whispering in her ear to go get dressed and telling her I would finish making breakfast.

Jessikah nods, and leaves the kitchen, Tina following behind her.

“Is this serious?” Brownie asks, his eyes on Tina.

“She makes me feel. That’s something I have never had in a relationship. So yes, this one is all mine. Taken her name to church and going to put her forth to become my old lady and the first lady,” I say, flipping the pancake that was in the pan and taking the dish off the heat.

“She will have our full support. And I hope Tina gets their vote as well,” Brownie says, his eyes dropping to the floor as he worries his lip.

“So, she is something more than just a fling. Are you replacing your old lover?” I ask. Brownie has been hung up on his old high school sweetheart.

“Not replacing. I finally realized the split and the fight were supposed to happen. There is a path that was placed in front of me. Tina is my path, just like Jessikah is yours,” he finishes as the girls start to come down the stairs.

He is right, Jessikah is my path, and I don’t plan on going around it.