“Shit—Lila—I’m coming—”
Lila locked eyes with me as she took my cock down her throat. I pulsed and twitched as I came, knees nearly buckling from the force of it. Then I sagged against the wall, feeling loose and wrung out.
Lila swiped the back of her hand across her mouth as she stood. My cock still throbbed, stiff as a board and glistening with her saliva. She gripped it possessively and leaned in close. With her tits pressed against my chest like this, even through thethick fabric of her hoodie, I could feel her pebbled nipples. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra.
“I better not hear you bragging about this to your buddies,” Lila said.
Wrapping my arms around her, I squeezed her ass.
“Just as long as you don’t go telling everyone that I have a toothpick dick,” I said. “Which is a blatant lie, by the way.”
Lila chuckled, bumping her nose against mine. She brought her mouth within kissing distance to mine, brushing my lips as she spoke.
“Then make me feel it. Change my mind.”
Accepting her challenge, I hooked my fingers into Lila’s shorts, tugging them down. Her tiny, neon pink thong practically glowed against her brown skin.
“Oh, you fucking tease,” I murmured.
Lila grinned and turned around, pushing back against my groin. My cock settled between her perfectly plump ass cheeks. I frantically dug a condom from my pocket and rolled it on. Then I pulled her thong aside, guiding my tip to her slick pussy.
She let out a pleased little sound as I sank slowly into her, savoring every hot, silky inch of her walls surrounding me. I slid my hands under her hoodie, along the dip of her waist and the pillowy swell of her stomach.
I smiled as I cupped her tits—no bra, I knew it—rolling and pinching her nipples until Lila swore and clenched around my cock. I laughed softly, burying my face in her neck, breathing in the sweetness of her warm skin.
I had pictured sex with Lila very differently than this. Spreading her out on a mattress and taking my time with her. Edging her until she punched me in the shoulder as she snapped,just make me come already, you fucking jerk.
I should have known Lila was too impatient for that, mushy, romantic shit. She wouldn’t dare allow any damnfeelingsinto her sex life, and certainly not with me.
I was mesmerized by the sight of my cock swallowed by her pussy with every thrust. It didn’t take long before I was dripping with her cream.
Lila reached back and gripped my thigh to stabilize herself, her breathing shallow and her legs shaking.
“Harder,” she said. “Right there,yes—”
She broke off with a gasp. I clutched her hips for leverage, pistoning into her like a man possessed. I could think of nothing else except the primal need to see her fall apart on my cock.
Threading my fingers into her hair, I tugged Lila’s head back, pulling her against my chest. I locked an arm around her waist, pulsing my hips up into her and grinding hard. Lila’s eyes fluttered closed.
“Oh, my God,” she said with a shaky exhale. “Don’t stop.”
I wrapped her up in my arms, surrounded by her scent, her heat. Slipping my hand between her sticky thighs, I rubbed against her clit in hard, unrelenting circles.
Lila shattered with a wrecked whine, squirming on my cock. She arched her back, resting her head on my shoulder, riding wave after wave of ecstasy that shivered through her body.
The way her pussy was wringing me dry, I didn’t last much longer. A few sloppy thrusts later and I tipped over the edge after her, burying my cock deep with a grunt.
I smiled, smug with satisfaction, and skimmed my hands over Lila’s bare curves. But I pushed my luck when I couldn’t resist giving the strap of her thong a flirty little snap.
Lila swatted my hand.
“Ow. Asshole.”
She pushed away, adjusting her clothes, pulling up her shorts. I tossed my condom in the dumpster.
“Don’t expect this to become a regular thing,” she warned.
“Right. Wouldn’t dream of it.”