A Hot Fireman
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Before I could blink, he began to shot his hot semen all over my breasts and stomach. Just like that. There was quite a bit of it, too. I watched as it hit, feeling so sexual and just a little dirty, which felt right and it felt good. And it felt good because he came like that because he was so turned on by me. I loved that. As he came, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine, kissing him hard as he came, loving that he did that with me.
And then we were finished.
“That was hot,” he said, grinning at me. “I need a few minutes but whenever you’re ready, we can do it again.”
“Just let me cool off a little,” I said and kissed him.
“But then you’re mine again.”
Oh, yeah, I was. I imagined us moving our fuck fest into the bedroom and staying there all night, staying there and had to order in pizza, mostly because I had ruined dinner. Well, he had technically ruined it as he shot me with the fire extinguisher. Even so, that didn’t matter. I imagined us fucking on his couch and even in the kitchen. Hell, maybe we’d get on the elevator and try it there, too. I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted to stay with him, to be with him and never leave. I realized I’d never felt this way before and that made me smile. He was more than boyfriend material, this hot fireman, he was husband material.
But I wasn’t about to mention that so soon. I didn’t want to chance scaring him away way but he was mine. And I think he felt the same way about me. Well, I know he did because he said, “And after that, I want you to spend the night. I mean, if you want to.”
Yeah. I wanted to. He just didn’t know how much.
“Oh, we didn’t get to our fire safety lesson,” he said, grinning at me.
I stared at him. He was serious! Quickly, I said, “I think we got it covered when you shot me with the fire extinguisher.”
“Best move I ever made.”
He was right about that.