“You’re torturing me,” she said, writhing under him. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Jay?” She batted her eyelashes at him. “Come on, don’t you? You want to taste me? And feel me coming on your mouth. Or your fingers? Or how about your cock?”
Jay moaned and shifted so he could lavish more attention on her body. He stopped short when he saw that Marty had already taken things into her own hand as she stroked her clit.
“You, my dear, are a bad bad girl.” As if molded from the recesses of his fantasies, Marty didn’t hesitate before turning slightly over to her side, presenting her ass for him to spank. “Are you going to spank me?” Jay shook his head in disbelief as he ran his hands over her bare cheeks.
“I can’t spank you today, baby. I’ll come too fast. I have so many things I want to do to you. I can’t do them all tonight but I’ll be damned if I go one minute longer without tasting you.”
Jay grabbed Marty’s hand and pulled it from inside her thong where she had continued to stroke herself. His painful erection only grew harder as he plunged Marty’s fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them clean of her arousal.
Marty closed her eyes in anticipation but Jay wasn’t having it. “Oh no you don’t. You keep those eyes open for me, okay? I want you to watch me. Look at me while I worship you.”
Marty complied and watched him through heavy lids as he tongued over the lace material of her thong. He licked the crease of her inner thigh, then slowly ran his tongue beneath the waistband. Jay had never felt more aroused, inches away from her sweet spot, the powerful scent of her desire nearly causing him to come in his boxers.
He slowly grabbed the sides of her thong and eased it down her hips, revealing her perfect pussy inch by inch. Once the panties were off, Jay brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, groaning at her delicious scent. He was already hopelessly addicted.
“Marty...,” he started, but trailed off when she spread her legs wider, giving him full access to every part of her. Humbled and grateful, Jay pressed himself against her sex, inhaling more of her addicting scent before slowly dragging a finger along her slit.
He parted her slick lips, dark and swollen with desire, and simply stared at the pink wetness for a moment, a hurricane of lust and desire clouding his vision.
“You’re gorgeous. God, look at your perfect pussy, so juicy and wet.” He tested her wetness with a finger, running it from her core to her clit and then back again, letting her juices coat every part of her. “Is this all for me, baby?” Marty nodded frantically but Jay shook his head. “No, you need to say it. I need to hear the words.”
“Yes Jay, yes! God, it’s all for you. I’m dying for you. Please please let me feel you inside me.”
Jay dove into her pussy, lapping up her juices like it was the nectar of the gods. It might as well have been. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, a little sweet and tangy and completely delicious and Marty. He paused for a moment to look up at her, enjoying her sexy little mewls of frustration when she realized he had stopped.
Before she had a chance to protest, he buried himself in her once more, flicking and sucking her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her tight hole and gently rubbed her, in and out. Her breath grew shallower as he increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit.
“Harder, oh god, please!” She cried out as he jammed his fingers back inside her and gently dragged his teeth against her clit.
“Yeah, you like that? You like having my mouth on you, starving for you? I could stay down here all fucking night, baby girl, you taste so good.” Marty’s only response was a moan as she began riding Jay’s fingers.
“That’s it, grind that pussy on me.”
He caressed the little rough patch just inside her pussy, slowly placing more and more pressure on it as he continued laving her clit. Her whimpers grew louder and more frantic, and he knew she was so close.
With one hand caressing her G-spot and the other pressing her clit, Jay looked up at his sexy woman, not wanting to miss a second of her coming undone. “You wanna come for me, sweetness?”
“Mmmm mmhmm.”
“You gotta ask me if you can come. I want you to come all over me. Just ask me first.”
“Mmm.” She thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow, babbling nonsense as Jay continued to work her with his hands.
Jay sped up his movements, pushing her even closer to the edge. “Say it, baby. Ask me if you can come.”
Her frustrated whimper shot right through him as he slowed down, waiting for her to catch up to him. Finally, she met his gaze and he smiled at her, helpless against her profound effect on him. “Gorgeous, the more you make me wait, the more I’ll punish you later.”
Marty raised both eyebrows and just as she was about to respond to Jay’s commands, he began thrusting his fingers into her one more time, resuming his G-spot stimulation.
Instead of playing with her clit, he delivered a light spank against her pussy, then shot a look to her, asking if that was okay. Oh she seemed more than okay with it, her eyes rolling back in her head as she grabbed her tits and played with her nipples.
“I see you, naughty girl. I know how you need to be fucked. You like getting your cunt spanked, don’t you?”
Marty cried out in desperation. “Yes, yes, please. Spank me again.” Jay complied, making sure to keep her pussy lips open with his other thumb while he spanked her again. “More!” she screamed out, as he delivered yet another spank to her pussy, this one landing directly on her clit.
“Ohmygod Jay, ohmygod. I’m so so close, so close. Please let me come, please please. Can I come?” She gave him a look that said she might die if he didn’t let her come soon. He certainly didn’t want her dying before he got his dick inside her.
“Yes baby girl, you can come. Come for me, gorgeous girl.” Jay increased his pressure against her G-spot and sucked on her clit as she bucked under him, ascending the peak of her pleasure — higher, higher, higher, yes— until she reached the top and crashed down over him. Her juices gushed out as her inner walls contracted, tightening and loosening around his fingers.
“Yes yes, that’s it. Oh god, that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Damn Marty, you’re so beautiful, I need to be inside you. Is that okay? You want me in there? You can say no to this, you know that don’t you?”
Marty nodded furiously. “Yesyes, I want you. Please give me that big cock. Pound me, Jay, pound me.”
With a curse, Jay yanked his boxers off, allowing his enormous erection to spring free. It was nearly purple with all the blood coursing through it.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he confessed as he kissed her deeply, allowing her to suck gently on his bottom lip. “You like tasting yourself on me baby?”
Marty smiled wide as she licked over his lips, then all around his face, lapping up any part of her wetness that may have been left behind. “Fuck, you’re such a goddamn dream girl.”
Jay reached over to his wallet and pulled out a condom. “Can’t wait, need inside you now.”
Before Jay could open the condom to sheath himself, Marty pulled it out of his hand.
“I’m clean,” she whispered, “are you?”
“Yes, absolutely,” he replied, “but —”
“I’m on birth control. IUD actually.”
Jay swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly very dry as he waited her instruction, wanting to be explicitly clear what she was agreeing to. He’d never wanted to go bareback with a woman, never even considered it.
Suddenly, with Marty, it was all he could think about.
“Come here,” she said, as she grabbed his face and pulled him down toward her, “I want to feel you so bad, Jay. Just you. I want you to pound me bare and then fill me up with your come. Give it all to me. Will you do that?”
Jay didn’t need to be asked twice. He grabbed his aching cock, teasing it through her wetness before settling at her entrance. “Tell me if it hurts
you,” he whispered, brushing her hair back from her face as he pushed himself slowly inside her.
He searched her eyes for any sign of pain or discomfort, but was happy to find only awe and arousal in her gaze. She nodded to him and grabbed his ass to pull him in further.
With one full thrust, he was fully seated inside her. Her walls were incredibly tight but accommodating, her wetness allowing him to push through without too much friction.
“Shit shit shit, baby, you feel so good. I knew you would but goddamn, I didn’t expect it to be this good.”
He began slowly thrusting into her, speeding up as her cries became more frantic. Jay stuck his thumb in her mouth. “Get my thumb wet for me, sweets?” Marty did as she was told and Jay rewarded her by reaching down to play with her clit, nearly setting her over the edge.
“Jay, Jay...I’m close again,” she moaned, filling him with an indescribable sense of pride.
“Good, that’s good, keep going. I want you to come with me, okay?”
Marty let out an unintelligible string of words and curses, whimpering as she got closer to her release. Jay kept himself on edge, ready to blow at any time once his girl gave him the go-ahead.
“Yes, right there, oh god, I’m coming—”
“Yes baby, that’s right, come all over my cock. Jesus, I’m coming too.”
Jay ground into her as she exploded around him. Her clenching pussy sent him over the edge as he spilled his seed inside her, loving the sensation of her taking all he had.
“Fuck fuck fuck, oh baby girl, I feel your pussy milking me, taking all my come inside you.”
Jay was still hard inside her and noticed that Marty was still writhing. He increased his thrusting once again and pushed her toward a third orgasm as he crested over his second one, in disbelief over how he could possibly have any more to give her, yet feeling the undeniable spurting of his cock as he came again.
Marty crumpled against his chest, still whimpering in pleasure as she rode through the little aftershocks of her orgasms. Jay held her tight, kissing her temple and stroking her hair as his dick softened (only slightly) inside her. He lost himself in her little whimpers, which grew fainter as she came down.
“I can’t believe this,” he said against her temple. She was nearly passed out and didn’t respond. Jay was grateful, as he wasn’t even sure what he was going to say. Perhaps there was a little part of him that worried it wasn’t going to work. Like maybe they would have sex and it would be just okay, but nothing nearly special enough to risk everything for. Maybe she would hate his cock, or be turned off by his kinkiness or something else.
But this? Shit. This was so beyond anything he could have imagined in his wildest fantasies. He’d already been smitten with her from day one, just listening to her and getting to know her was enough to feel like maybe she was the one for him.
But now, after the most incredible night of his fucking life, Jay really couldn’t deny it anymore. He was going to marry Marty Alvarez.
Marty wriggled underneath him, finally regaining her energy after Jay fucked the life out of her. Her wriggle reminded both of them that Jay’s penis was still inside her. Marty smiled up at him and he nearly proposed on the spot.
“Mmm, I love feeling your cock bare. Love being fucked by you like that.”
“Marty, you’re a fucking goddess. I’ll give you my come anywhere any time, just ask for it. It’s yours already.”
With a groan, he pulled out of his new favorite place in the world and rolled off of her. He trailed lazy circles up and down her abdomen.
“Shit, I’m sorry baby, looks like we made a mess,” he joked, indicating to the evidence of their fucking between her legs. Her pussy glistened with their combined fluids and it was the single hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Slowly, he ran his hand through the come that had dripped out of her pussy, gathering the wetness and gently pushing it back into her with the same finger.
“What are you doing?” she asked, no discomfort, only curiosity in her voice.
Jay didn’t know what came over him but he somehow knew that she would understand either way.
“I honestly don’t even know. I just did it without thinking. It was some caveman impulse and it even surprised me. I guess I want to know my come is inside you, inside my girl. You’re mine, right?”
Jay felt slightly embarrassed asking the question again, but there was something about her that made him lose any and all sense of chill. He was like a lovesick puppy and the feeling was so foreign to him, he was in constant danger of forever being off balance around her.
She nodded at him, a beautiful satisfied smile on her face. “Of course I’m yours, crazy. You think I let just any old schmuck come inside me?” She arched an eyebrow at him.
Jay stared at her, speechless.
She continued, “for the record, the answer is no. You’re the only guy who’s ever come inside me.” She looked away, blushing a little. “To be quite honest, I’m kind of a little embarrassed I asked you to do that. I don’t know what came over me, I just — I needed it. Sorry.”
Jay frowned, wondering what on Earth she could be sorry for. He grabbed her by the chin and wrapped his other arm around her, cutting off her words with a searing kiss. She pulled away, breathless. “Baby, not gonna lie, it does something to me, knowing I’m the only one who—”
“Put the icing on my cinnamon roll?” she helpfully supplied, with a comical waggle of her eyebrows. Jay couldn’t help but laugh, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.
“Yes, McFly, that’s exactly what I meant. You have a way with words, you know that?”
She beamed at him and his heart nearly exploded. His new life’s purpose was to make her smile like that every day. “I’m serious though, the uh...sex? Meant a lot to me. And for the record, I’ve never iced anyone else’s cinnamon roll either.” He waggled his eyebrows back at her.
“Mmm, now I’m hungry,” Marty said, sitting up in bed. “You did your caveman duties, and now I have to do my cavewoman duties. Let me procure us some food.”
Chapter 35: Marty
Marty, like a lot of women, was not always 100% comfortable being naked around her sex partners. Or rather, she used to be comfortable but then her dick of an ex made her feel crappy about her body. Since then, she’d tried to minimize the amount of time she spent naked after sex.
Marty had dated the same guy for most of college. And, during those college days, Marty gained some weight. It was a combination of the freshman 15 and an undiagnosed thyroid disorder. Her ex didn’t mention anything, for the most part. Except when they were naked.
For some reason, pre or post or hell, even during, sex, he’d make a point of poking her in her newly developed tummy rolls or drawing attention to her stretch marks. Cause nothing gets a girl wet like saying “hey is this new?” every time she gets a stretch mark, right? Ugh.
Worst of all, however, was how he made her feel like her body wasn’t ‘normal.’ Marty’s ex was a white guy who had apparently never even watched a porno that featured non-white girls in it.
Needless to say, he was more than a little surprised by some of Marty’s features, and he always made his surprise known. Even after they’d been fucking for a year, Marty would take her clothes off and he would invariably make some comment about her brown nipples or darker labia. You know, all that classy stuff.
Thankfully, Marty had slept with some great partners since then and she knew that 99.9% of them did not give a shit about the color of her nipples or other sex parts. And she knew that her ex had his own issues so he projected them onto her (super classy that one).
For the most part, she was over it. But some of those insecurities popped up at the worst times. Like after she had just been thoroughly fucked by an incredible man who just so happened to be her boss.
After their first round of sex, Marty ordered room service for them and decided to get some work done while they waited. Jay was still gloriously naked in bed and half-a
sleep. Marty grabbed one of the hotel robes and wrapped it around herself. She worked on her script for the next half hour until the room service arrived.
Jay adorably woke up to the smell of food in the room. After a beat of confusion, he seemed to remember where he was and what just happened, and he gave Marty the most genuinely happy smile she’d ever seen on him. The smile was replaced by a frown when he realized she was dressed.
“What happened to naked time?”
Marty chuckled and pointed at the food. “I don’t think the bellhop would have appreciated it if I opened the door sans robe.”
“Oh, I’m certain he would have. But I’m glad he didn’t get to see you.”
Jay wrapped his arms around Marty from behind and she melted into his touch. He kissed from her ear down to her neck, then smoothly untied her robe and pulled it off her.
Jay turned her around and stared at Marty, his gaze roaming up and down her body as if debating on where he should look first.
“Christ, Marty. Do you have any clue how perfect you are?”
Marty shook her head and gestured to the food, though Jay didn’t let her out of his grasp. “The food will get cold,” she mumbled, not looking at him.
“Fuck the food, I don’t give a shit.” Jay tilted her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “Hey, you okay? Are you regretting what happened?” He looked so earnest and worried, it kind of melted Marty’s heart a little.
She was quick to reassure him. “No! It’s not that at all, I promise.”
“Oh thank god. I wasn’t sure what I would do to win you back but I know it would have been embarrassing for both of us.”
Jay poked through the plates of food, grabbing a slice of pizza and offering it to Marty before munching on a slice of his own. “So then what’s going on? You seem...”
Marty struggled to tie the robe back up, grateful that Jay didn’t fight her on that.
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