by Nixie Taylor
Her face is flooded with emotions. She seems to be searching for the words she wants to say. Instead, she grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to her pussy.
It's the only encouragement I need.
I lick her clit, softly at first, but with increasing pressure and speed as her moans increase.
Watching her body respond to me is making my dick so hard it’s all I can do to not shove my cock into her welcoming pussy. I need to be inside her and to feel those tight lips squeeze against my shaft as I pound into her tightness.
I growl against her pussy, demanding that she comes so I can replace my mouth with my throbbing dick.
“More,” she begs. “Don’t stop. Fuck, I need more.”
I slide my finger along her slit until she thrusts her hips forward, forcing herself onto my finger.
I pull my tongue away long enough to say. “Baby doll, you’re so wet for me.”
She pulls my face back onto her pleasure button and grinds herself against my mouth.
I suck her clit between my lips and flick it over and over again with my tongue while thrusting my finger deep inside her.
“More!”
I add a second finger.
“More!”
I curl my fingers and hit the bundle of nerves inside of her that makes her eyes open wide.
She gasps. “How are you doing that? Don’t you dare stop! Fuck, I’m—”
She explodes like a firecracker.
I press my hand on her belly to hold her in place so I can continue licking her through the orgasm. She comes so hard her juices coat my fingers and run down her ass onto the couch.
As her body calms, I rest my head between her legs to give her a chance to catch her breath.
My baby doll doesn’t make me wait long.
“I need your dick inside me. Right now. Make me a woman, Gavin. Make me yours.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I’m not fucking around about this. Once I’ve claimed you, I’m not planning on giving you back. You’ll be mine forever.”
“I want to be yours forever. Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
I line myself up against her opening and push in gently, knowing it’s her first time.
But when she slaps my ass and says, “Fuck me like you love me,” I lose all restraints.
I drive my cock deep inside her and slam my hips against her hard enough to make her cry out.
“Too much?” I ask, ready to slow down if she needs me to.
“Never,” she says defiantly. “I can never get enough of your big dick.”
My cock throbs with pleasure at the attention. The way she’s been driving me crazy all night, I’m not going to last much longer. Based on her breathing, she’s not either.
I add my thumb to her clit and send her over the edge once more right as the pressure in my balls becomes unbearable. I growl as I shoot a thick rope of my cum inside her.
My dick doesn’t even think about getting soft. I continue fucking her until she comes again and I have to pull out to avoid making a mess on her parents’ couch.
“Jesus Christ,” I say. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
“We’re perfect together. Lie down with me. Spoon me.”
I look toward the stairs. “Are you sure? What if someone comes down to check on you?”
“They won’t. They’re lightweights. There’s no way they’re still awake. Just five minutes, and then you can go home.”
I don’t want to go. Or if I do, I want her to come with. I never want to sleep alone again. “Okay. Five minutes.”
As I wrap my body around her soft curves and gently explore her body with my hand and rub her belly, wondering how long until I put a baby inside her, I decide we’ll tell her parents in the morning. Sure, they’ll probably be pissed, but I can survive losing them as friends.
I won’t let myself lose Maisy.
Five minutes stretch into ten.
Maisy falls asleep. The way her body moves as she breathes is too perfect to leave, so I stay a few minutes longer as my eyelids start to droop.
Maisy
I wake to the warm weight of Gavin draped over my body. His hard cock presses against my leg. I smile, remembering our passionate night together. I'm no longer a virgin.
I want more.
I squirm and get him rolled onto his back and quickly straddle his body. As if he's been dreaming about me, there is already a bead of cum on the tip of his cock. Lightly, so as not to wake him, I wrap my hands around his thick erection to line him up to my hungry entrance. Slowly and carefully I lower myself onto him, giving myself time to adjust to his size and to enjoy the moment.
Once I reach the base, his eyes open and he smiles up to me. "Good morning, gorgeous. You planning to wake me up like this every day?"
I nod and bite on my lower lip while holding a finger up to his to silence him. "If you wake Mom and Dad, we’ll have to stop."
His strong hands grab my hips as I slowly start to rock against him. "We definitely wouldn't want that, baby doll. I can stay quiet. Can you?"
He smiles at me cockily.
I giggle. "Probably not. But if they catch us after we’re done, at least we’ll die happy, right?"
"I won’t let your dad kill us. Trust me. Nobody will ever hurt you again."
I'd meant my comment as a joke, but it still warmed my insides to hear him talk so protectively about me. I really believe he'll never let anyone harm me again.
My life is so perfect now that I’ve found my dream man. I place my hands on his chest and ride him harder.
He thrusts his hips, driving his cock deeper inside me.
I whimper. I need to scream, but I need this orgasm even more. “I want to start every day of the rest of my life fucking you like this. And then again before we go to bed. And then at lunch, after dinner, all day on the weekends —"
He laughs. "I'm glad you want me half as much as I want you, baby doll.”
His dick is a piston driving in and out of me. He pinches my nipples, adding to the sensation. I lean down over him and his lips eagerly replace his fingers, sucking hard on my sensitive nipples.
The orgasm is coming and there's no way I won't be screaming his name.
As if reading my mind, he pulls my mouth against his and kisses me as the orgasm explodes across my body. Silenced by his lips, I continue fucking him through a second orgasm and a third before I feel his cock throb and explode inside of me, filling me to overflowing.
I collapse onto his chest and play with his chest hair. "That was amazing."
"You’re amazing, baby doll. You're everything I've ever dreamed of in a woman."
I bask in the glow of his attention. "We are amazing," I correct. "I'm not half the woman I am without you."
"I was a lost, miserable man until you showed up at my house yesterday. I'm never letting you get away again."
We kiss passionately, but both freeze when the door at the top of the basement stairs opens.
"Maisy, I’m making pancakes and eggs and bacon for breakfast. Do you want any?"
Shit, shit, shit.
If only I hadn't been so desperate for his dick when I awoke. We hadn't meant to fall asleep together. Without the sex, we would've had time to get dressed and have him out of the house before Mommy and Daddy ever knew he'd spent the night.
We throw our clothes at each other and hurry into them. I race up the stairs and hear him following more leisurely. I realize that's probably good. Mommy and Daddy definitely aren’t ready to learn that I've been fucking their best friend. Him coming up a little later will make it seem more innocent, I hope.
Although, how anybody could look at me and not tell I’d just been fucked by the most amazing man, I don’t know. It had to be obvious based on the glow on my face.
"Good morning, sweetheart," my mom says as I kiss her on the cheek and lean my back against the counter next to her.
"Smells great," I say.
I don't have to
work hard to make myself sound perky. After the night I’ve just spent with Gavin, everything is perfect in my world. Sure, I'll have to figure out what we’re going to do when I go back to college, but people have survived long-distance relationships in the past.
The thought of sexy Skype conversations with Gavin as we slowly remove our clothes and tease each other makes me blush.
"Sleep well?" Mom asks.
I nod but before I can reply, a practical river of Gavin's cum slides down my leg. I hurry to the kitchen table and sit, reaching for a thick stack of paper napkins so I can discreetly clean myself before Mom notices.
Fortunately, she keeps her back to me while she works on preparing breakfast.
Gavin smirks when he catches me, though.
That cocky attitude right in front of my mom makes my nipples hard. He’s such a confident bad boy which only makes me feel even more attractive when I’m around him.
Mom turns and gasps when she sees Gavin standing in her kitchen. "Dear God! You scared the shit outta me."
"Sorry. I should have announced myself, huh?"
"It's fine," Mom says. "I just didn't expect you over here. Did you spend the night?"
If I were a brave woman, this is when I would tell Mom exactly what happened last night. When Gavin shoots me a glance that tells me that I’d better answer before he has to, I quickly say, "Gavin had me marathoning these dumb old horror movies. We both fell asleep somewhere along the way."
Mom turns back to the stove to flip the pancakes. "Well, I made enough for an army over here so grab a plate and I'll serve you both in a minute or two."
Gavin continues staring at me but tilting his head toward my mother as if expecting me to tell her we’d fucked just seconds ago.
In the light of the day, I realize I can't do that. My mom still thinks I'm her innocent baby. And he's their best friend. What have I gotten myself into? I need more time to decide how to handle the reality of the situation. If Mom wasn't being so nice to me, it would be easier to break her heart, but the way things are going, it's like she's forgiven me for all the grief I put her through when I was in high school.
I shake my head at Gavin. When he frowns, I look away. I hear him sigh from across the room.
"No thanks,” he eventually says, his voice a low grumble of disappointment. “I should be going home. I've got plenty of things to do over there, and I certainly wouldn't want to interrupt you and Maisy catching up."
His words sound friendly, but I can read between the lines.
I’ve pissed him off with my cowardice.
He kisses Mom on the cheek and escapes out the back door without another word to me.
I watch him through the window, praying that he'll turn to look back for me.
He doesn't.
He disappears from my view when he slams the door to his house.
Have I ruined everything?
Desperate for advice, I text my friend.
I think I screwed things up. I slept with my neighbor who's friends with my mom and dad. I want to be with him, but they'll be pissed and he'll lose his friends. What should I do?
Mom sets a plate of my favorite foods in front of me. Without Gavin in my life, I barely notice. "Eat up, dear. I'm going to wake your father. He has some last-second shopping to do before we go to Grandma's tonight."
I'd completely forgotten about the big family party.
All I want to do is bury myself beneath the blankets in Gavin's bed and apologize for being a chicken earlier. I'd beg him to take me back until he couldn't resist, but I'm going to need to spend the day at the party instead, and Christmas is tomorrow so who knows when I'll have a chance to see Gavin again.
My phone beeps. I look at it while shoving a piece of bacon into my mouth.
The hot neighbor? If you want him, go get him. When was the last time any man got you excited? Don't throw that all away just because you're afraid of your parents. Grow up. Go talk to him and see what he wants to do about it all. Good men are hard to come by. Go win back your Prince Charming.
Buoyed by her encouragement, I grab another piece of bacon and make a dash for the door.
Gavin
"What the hell is wrong with that girl?" I ask as I angrily tug on the strands of Christmas lights and only end up tying them into a tighter knot.
First, she raced up the stairs without waiting for me. Second, she ignored me in front of her mom! All of my dreams of spending my life with her had come crashing down around me. Rather than starting a fight in front of her mom and risking ruining her Christmas break, I'd stomped home.
All alone.
Whatever happens, Maisy's Christmas won’t be ruined because of something I do. I could never hurt her like that.
I finally get the lights untangled and toss them at the tree. What's the point in even decorating if Maisy isn't here?
After all my years alone on Christmas, I suddenly can't imagine the holiday without her. I'm tired of being the third wheel at friends’ parties or scrambling to round up some date who I never end up talking to again. All I want to do is settle down with my baby doll and never leave her side.
I hold up the angel Christmas tree topper and glower at it. They call this an angel? They must've never met Maisy before.
I throw the angel across the room right as the doorbell rings. I ignore it until I realize whoever is outside isn’t going to stop pressing the damn button until I answer.
Yanking the door open, I yell, "What the hell do you—"
My words are cut off when I see my angel standing before me, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Forgotten is my anger. All I can focus on is doing whatever it’ll take to make her stop being sad.
"What's wrong, baby doll? Come in and tell me how I can make it better."
I take her hand and pull her into my home with renewed hope. Somehow, someway, it'll be our home soon.
She pulls away from my grip. "You left me. How could you have just walked out?"
Her words are a sledgehammer to my heart. Flailing to control or even understand the warring emotions rattling around inside me, I snap back. “What the hell do you expect me to be? Your secret fuck-buddy? While pretending nothing is happening between us in front of your mom?”
She flinches at my words and turns back toward the door. She’s going to flee to the safety of her childhood home.
Forcing myself to regain control, I quickly call out to her. “Please stay. We need to talk.”
With her arms crossed defensively over her enticing breasts, she shoves her way past me. She doesn’t bother sitting on the couch. She glares at me while tapping her foot. “Talk.”
“Maisy, I love you too much to sneak around. I have to be all-in because I can’t keep my hands off you. I can barely breathe when you’re around. There’s no way in hell I can stand in a room with you and pretend we’re practically strangers.”
She purses her lips but doesn’t speak.
“On top of that, I know how strained things have been between you and your parents. I heard the fights when you still lived at home. I’ve listened to your dad when we drank beers on the back porch. I saw what happened with them last night. I thought if I stayed, I would just be making you uncomfortable in your own home and around your own parents during your Christmas break. I can't let anything come between you and them, especially over the holidays. I could never put you through that pain. But don’t think that means I don’t want to possess you, body and soul.“
She snorts. "The only pain I felt was you running away from me. I wanted to tell Mommy and Daddy that I was yours now. But how could I do that when you ran away?"
Did I hear her right? Was my baby doll really going to tell them about us? Had I screwed everything up by abandoning her?
I won’t ever make that mistake again.
"Fuck. I'm so sorry, Maisy. You’ve gotta know all I want is you. Your sweet kindness. Your incredible body. Our future babies."
Her face lights up brighter than any Christ
mas tree. "You want babies, too?"
"Of course I do. Dozens of them."
She giggles. "Maybe not dozens, but two or three sounds nice."
"Everything with you sounds nice, Maisy. We’ll pamper them and spoil them with Christmas presents every year. And I’ll save the biggest one for you."
"All I want for Christmas is you, Gavin."
"That's easy, baby doll. You'll have me every Christmas forever. But what are we going to do about your mom and dad? Are you ready to tell them for real?"
She nods. "I am. Are you?"
"The sooner the better."
She pulls me down for a kiss, the most perfect kiss I've ever had. Everything's already better in my life now that Maisy and I are together.
"How about we wait a little while longer and you can show me your bedroom," she says, pressing her voluptuous body against mine.
She squeals when I lift her up onto my shoulder, spank her ass, and sprint up the stairs with her in my arms.
Maisy
I squeal and kick my feet, loving every second of his powerful-caveman display, as he carries me up the stairs.
"Put me down this instant, you sexy brute!" I shout, feigning distress.
"Not one second before I get you to my bed," he replies.
He's true to his word.
I let him lay me down gently on his soft, gigantic bed. I wait until he's already removed his shirt and is struggling with his belt before I roll off the side of the bed and sprint toward the master bathroom. I just barely manage to shut the door and lock it before he catches me.
"Maisy, I will tear down this door if you don't unlock it this instant."
"Are you going to spank me?" I tease.
He growls as he shakes the doorknob.
"Will you pretend you're my daddy and I'm your naughty girl?” Just thinking of his big, strong hands turning my butt a shiny shade of red is getting me so very wet." I hesitate for a second, my heart pounding in my throat before I dare to add, "Daddy."
