Page 22 of FWB

Tiegan

“ I ’ve got to use the bathroom,” Kenny says after a beat.

“Oh, yeah. Go for it. It’s through the door right ahead of you when you walk in.”

“Thanks.” He gets up to go into my room.

I can’t help but admire him as he walks away. He’s got a really cute ass!

When he hasn’t come back in ten minutes, I wonder if I should go check on him. I decide I better make sure he didn’t run out of toilet paper or something.

When I walk into my room, he’s exiting the bathroom and gives me a guilty smile, like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be.

“Everything okay in here?” I venture to ask.

“Yeah, I just noticed that your wall clock wasn’t working so I changed the battery.” He throws a thumb over his left shoulder, referring to the clock in the bathroom.

“You … you changed the batteries in the clock that I’ve literally avoided for actual years? If I could still have kids, I’d be tempted to let you plant one in me right now.”

“All it needed was a new battery. I found a double A in the junk drawer. You know the hardest part of that was locating the battery, right? It took two seconds to actually change it out and reset the clock.”

“I know but still. It’s one of those little things you don’t think about. It was sweet. Thank you.”

“You’re so strange.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” I retort, looking into his molten chocolate eyes for a second too long before he finally looks toward my bed.

“You know, I may not be able to get you pregnant, but we can still have fun doing the act,” he tells me, a devious smile creeping up on his lips.

“Oh, I like where your mind is headed.” I ease my arms over his chest, down his stomach, and rest them on his belt loop.

Kenny takes his hands and gently cups my face before he leans in to brush a tender kiss across my parted lips. I melt into his touch, needing more. He pulls away, briefly, to look into my cerulean eyes.

“Shall I put on some music?” I ask, a little breathless.

“Sure.”

I walk over to my sound system and load up my special time playlist on my phone. I select “Woman” by City and Colour to start with. The soft sounds of Dallas Green’s guitar ring throughout every corner of the room.

I walk back to Kenny, who is now standing by the bed.

I reach around his neck and bend him towards me until our mouths crash together in a hungry crescendo.

As I tangle my fingers in his salt and pepper hair, he moans into my mouth.

His hands wander up my shirt and over my bare breasts, pinching my hard nipples.

I swirl my tongue around his, savoring the taste of weed and whiskey on his breath.

I undo his belt and proceed to remove his jeans, followed by his boxer briefs. “Lay down on the bed,” I instruct him.

He takes off his shirt before complying.

Once he’s on the bed, he strokes himself. “Now, it’s not very fair that I’m completely naked while you haven’t shed a single layer of clothing.”

I throw him a smile before slipping my tank top over my head, baring my breasts to the cold air conditioner, making them harden even more.

“That’s better,” he tells me.

I crawl over to him and prop myself up on my elbows between his legs that are spread wide, just waiting for me.

He looks down at me as he lets go of his lengthening cock, giving the reins over.

I take it and stroke, tip to root and back again.

I can see precum bead up on his tip and I can’t stand it any longer.

I lick just the tip, savoring his salty taste.

He looks down at me with those beautiful mahogany eyes and sucks in a breath, waiting for me to go all the way.

I don’t make him wait long. I look at him through my lashes as I firmly grab him by the hilt and begin my descent.

Moving my head back and forth, I continue stroking with one hand and grab his balls with the other.

I make a twisting motion on his hilt with my left hand as I stroke and that seems to drive him wild.

“Oh, fuck, baby! You suck my cock so goddamn good.“ He pants while gathering up my hair to get it out of my face. Such a gentleman.

I give him everything I have. I take him all the way to the back of my throat, barely gagging.

I think my body has gotten used to the regular invasion of his dick.

I stay down there for as long as I can manage before having to come back up for air.

I spit on his throbbing cock, grabbing his shaft with my left hand and stroking, coating my palm with a mixture of my spit and Kenny’s precum.

He wraps his hand around mine and squeezes. “Harder.” His voice is gruff with need.

I grip his shaft with all my might and stroke up and down. He leans his head back on the pillow while I go down on him again, sucking him like the sweetest milkshake I’ve ever tasted.

“Fuck. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum. I need to taste you now. Come here and lay down,” he demands, patting the bed next to him.

I finish my sucking, giving one last lick to his sweet spot, and lean up to kiss him before lying on my side of the bed.

“Rise up,” he instructs me so he can remove my sleep shorts. I’m not wearing anything underneath, and I got a fresh wax earlier in the day. He lets out a breath. “Fuck, Tiegan. Are you trying to kill me?”

“Not tonight. Now get down there and show my pussy the love and attention she deserves.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies before lowering himself between my wide-open legs.

My pussy is already wet for him. He trails tender kisses over my thighs, his beard tickling my sensitive skin.

All the while, his fingers brush lightly over my soaking wet folds.

Suddenly, he goes in for the kill. His warm mouth envelops my throbbing clit, and I cry out in pure ecstasy.

He’s licking and sucking like his life depends on it, like I’m made of the sweetest nectar he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting.

But I need more.

As if he has a sixth sense just for me, he sticks two fingers inside my tight cunt and pumps them in and out. Meanwhile, his tongue never stops its tirade on my sensitive bud. This might be my undoing. I don’t usually cum easily, but this man is going for a new record!

“Don’t stop!” I beg. “I’m going to cum!”

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down until he feels my pussy contract around his pulsing fingers and tastes my cum on his tongue.

“Think you can handle a third?” he asks me between licks.

It’s all I can do to nod my head.

He immediately slips a third finger into my pussy and I feel so full. It only takes a few seconds before I’m crashing over the edge.

He doesn’t even wipe off his mouth before he’s raising up on his knees, pumping his cock in his hand, preparing to enter me. At that moment, “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande starts to play, and I’m inspired.

“Wait a second.” I pant. “I have something for tonight.”

“You and your surprises.”

“You’ve always benefitted from my surprises, so I’d be a good boy, and shhh!” I say, holding my finger to my lips as I saunter over to my dresser to retrieve my “surprise.” He continues to stroke his cock while watching me walk across the room. Admiring the view, I’m sure.

When I return to the bed with the three items, I see it takes a few seconds for it to register what it is I’m holding in my hands—black fuzzy handcuffs, a choker necklace and a black eye mask. Slowly, a devious smile spreads over his face.

“And just what exactly do you want me to do with those?”

“Whatever you want,” I say smartly.

“Turn around.”

I do as instructed, completely at his mercy.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Once he secures the handcuffs on my wrists and makes sure they’re not too tight, he places the blindfold over my eyes. Finally, he secures the choker chain around my neck. Then he leads me toward the edge of the bed by the collar.

He levels his mouth with my ear and whispers, “Bend over. I’m going to fuck that tight pussy nice and deep from behind.”

He slowly helps ease me onto the bed, positioning me at the edge, lowering me to my shoulders so my ass is in the air, and my head is to the side so I can continue to breathe through what my pussy is about to endure.

I’m already so wet that he doesn’t even need lube tonight, and he is ready.

He strokes the tip of his hard cock along my wet folds, moistening the tip with my juices, before positioning himself at my entrance.

Without warning, he’s thrusting into me, all the way to the hilt.

His thighs and soft lower belly press right up against my ass as he just stays there for a moment, letting me get used to his large cock.

Slowly, he begins to move in and out of me, going to the hilt with every thrust. He grabs ahold of my restraints, pulling me back into a nice stretch.

It feels incredible. He increases his pace and I scream his name.

“God, I love your tight pussy.” He grunts as he continues his pace.

“Fuck this tight cunt like you own it!”

He quickens his pace even more. His stamina is unmatched compared to other lovers I’ve had.

“You gonna come on this dick, baby?” he coos in my ear as he bends over me, pushing himself deeper. He takes the chain from around my neck and pulls just tight enough to send an electric current down my body.

“Oh, my god! Yes, baby! Please don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” I gasp through the pressure on my neck, needing him to start moving again.

He begins his thrusting once more, going deeper and deeper until I can’t take it anymore. I shatter around him, my pussy pulsing around his cock. As I’m riding out my orgasm, I beg him, “Please, baby, cum inside of me right now! I need your cum dripping out of my pussy.”

And with one, two, three more thrusts, he’s pressing up against my ass, cock buried as far as it can go, as he unloads in my throbbing pussy.

After a moment, he pulls out of me and unclasps the handcuffs, undoing the collar next. I lay there, face down, arms splayed out to my sides, completely, utterly, and deliciously spent.