Conversation is an Obvious Euphemism for Sex

I think we might both be sober when we stumble in through my front door, but we stumble in anyways.

I flick on a light and then grab Lizzie, pulling her up until her lips reach mine. She’s as hungry as I am, our lips locking tightly as I slip my hands down below the hem of her dress. They slide up, instantly finding her firm ass, and she moans, hands urgently fumbling with my belt buckle.

I twist her around in the air and put her down on the bed. We kick our shoes off and my belt is flung to the side, and my pants slide off as she finally stops making out with me. She starts kissing my neck instead, smearing lipstick all over my throat in her eagerness. I respond by running my hands under her dress again, feeling her slickness through her panties.

“I need you inside of me,” she groans. Her hands tug at my boxers now, and when she finally gets them off, my stiff cock springs free. I toss her panties to the side, and she tugs on my member, acting as if she could pull it into her pussy.

“Not so fast,” I mutter, and I roll to the side, grabbing a box of condoms off my desk.

“We don’t need it,” she says. “It’ll feel better this way.”

“I'd like to play it safe, Lizzie," I say, caressing her face. Dave said she wanted to get hitched up, and he wasn’t kidding. This blondie is moving fast as hell, or maybe… the app really is working its magic.

There was a time and a place when I would have done this bareback. Hell, the last time I did it was only a month ago. But I can’t let myself indulge today. The Affection Multiplier has passed two of my tests, and if everything else goes to plan, then I’ll have my inheritance, and this lady sure as hell isn’t going to get a penny of it. I slip on the condom.

“You sure?” she whimpers, and I slip a finger into her slick pussy. She keeps her blonde pussy hair well-trimmed.

“I’m saving the money-shot,” I whisper into her ear, unable to resist the pun. I run a hand over her cheek, and then position myself between her legs, feeling my tip nestle in the entrance of her folds.

My hands grip her black dress tight as I slide in.

A part of me wants to push in slowly, to savour the sensation of sex, to simply enjoy the heat of the moment. But a larger part of me just wants to fuck. And so I do.

We fuck like animals. I slam deep inside of her, bottoming out on the first thrust, and then slam into her again.

“Yes Markusss, oh yesss…”

She hisses loud as I saw through her, her legs stretched high in the air, blonde locks flying as she throws her head back. I go down for her neck, biting hard, knowing that it will leave marks.

“You want it rough?” I growl, lifting my head for a moment, and she moans her affirmation.

My head goes down again, teeth grazing across her neck, and then I suckle on her exposed collarbone, cocking ramming her hard all the while.

“Give it to me like that, just like that!”

She’s squirming beneath me now, wriggling to the side each time my cock spears into her, and I reach a hand across the black lace of her dress, cupping her tits through the sheer fabric. Partly, it’s to hold her down, to steady her so that I can keep fucking her, but mostly, it’s to feel her fucking tits.

As my mouth begins to work its way across her cleavage, she buckles beneath me. I can feel the quake of her knee as it thrums against my waist, and the “Oh yes, oh God yes Markus,” that she lets cry rings through the room, sure to annoy my neighbours if the rattling bed frame hadn’t done it already, and I feel her heat enveloping my cock.

“Cum in me, oh cum in me,” she moans, still riding the orgasm, and I am so close, so fucking close that I want to do it, but condoms fail too. She gasps for breath, her eyelids rippling for a second, and I know she’s through. I pull out.

“I’m going to cum in you,” I say, and I can see the light that dances through her eyes. “I’m going to finish in your mouth.” She looks disappointed, for a second, and then she nods greedily. The condom comes off, dripping with precum, and I toss it into the trash.

I straddle her shoulders and let my cock fall against the side of her face. She opens her mouth, red lips turning to the side, and she takes in the head of my cock between them. She works her way up the shaft, bobbing her head upwards, and I help her along, jacking myself with a hand, the other one now gripping her hair, and her mouth is the hot cavern that I didn’t know I needed.

“Faster,” I grunt, and she obliges, tongue against my shaft, and the sensation is too much. I jerk forwards as I cum. My jizz spills into her mouth, and she keeps her lips gripped tight around my cock. I can feel her swallowing it, throat gulping for a second, and then I am spent.

I fall back on the bed, lying down next to her.

“I could fall asleep like this,” she says, and I run a hand through her hair.

“You should,” I say, and it seems that she’s drifted off not a minute later.

Perfect. It’s time for me to run the third test.