I let my dick do the thinking

Our eyes adjusted to the darkness. A cot set up in the storage barn. It creaked with my weight. Groaned when Cass straddled my lap. Put her mouth to mine.

I could still taste the Grizzly Wintergreen on her lips. She stripped off my shirt. Stripped off her own. Pressed her small warm tits to my chest. My hand rubbed down her back. Squeezed her ass.

She moaned, “I’m so wet right now.”

I dug into her pants and confirmed. She sighed in my ear as my fingertip entered her.

She didn’t want to waste time with foreplay. Pants off. A condom in their hand. A wink. The condom in her mouth. She deepthroated it onto my cock, rolling it down with her tongue.

She smiled with pride, “I thought you I’m the best.”

“That was impressive,” I agreed.

I stood up and laid the petite girl on the bed. My dick look massive laid against her torso. No way was it going to fit. Or be pleasant for her.

I lined it up at her little pussy.

She pulled it in. Your little hand squeezing my shaft.

She moaned as I stretched her.

I moaned as I felt her.

Holy shit.

Maggie was the hit of the drug that got me hooked. This was the shit I’d overdose on.

Her hot wet pussy squeezed the shit out of my cock.

The further it went it, the more her thin stomach bulged with my size.

Her nails scratched down my arms. “Yes! Deep-ah! You feel fuckin amazing!

I gave it to my little best friend.

She wrapped her legs around me. Hugged me tight. Scarred my back with her nails. Left dark purple hickeys on my neck. Took my entire cock. Begged for it harder.

I couldn’t give it to her hard enough. Her pussy felt too good. It milked me in minutes. I continued to fuck her until I was limp.

Her mouth on mine. She was insatiable. Praising me. Telling me I was a god. That I owned her. She was mine.

She bit my lip until it bled. Stared into my eyes.

“Goddamn, I think I’m in love.”

I smiled, “You’re not going to bite my head off?”

She laughed, “No way. You’re mine.”

Bloody from scrapes and bites. It was comforting knowing what someone actually thought about me.

She wasn’t afraid to admit her feelings. State what she wanted.

I cuddled the little feisty woman. Let her sleep before her shift.

She felt small in my arms.

Her pussy was the best I’d ever felt. She deepthroated my cock like it was nothing. We laughed together. We were friends before the physical sex. We were the appropriate age for a relationship together. She actually wanted me. She was perfect for me: a tough realist to control my innocent optimism.

Why did I keep thinking about Amanda?