Treat her like a princess

Phoebe looks so cute, and her kisses gentle and sweet on my lips. I ignore her husband’s crass request. I want to fuck her like a princess. I have to fuck her so sweetly, and thoroughly that she wouldn’t dare tell her father, the king, who would immediately have me beheaded if he learned I fucked his innocent daughter before she was married. I have to leave her feeling loved and cared for, but most of all satisfied. This wouldn’t be about my pleasure. It would be about hers.

I don't tell Joey any of this. I tell him, “Do you mind fucking off? Phoebe and I were having a moment.”

Before he can say anything, Phoebe adds, “There’s an extra blanket in the closet that you can use to sleep on the couch.” Her dark eyes stare at him, daring him to complain. He knows the ferocity that lurks behind that look, knows the consequences of an unhappy wife.

Joey wisely shuts his mouth, and grabs the blanket from the closet. He looks at me, his mouth twitching, wanting to say something. I don’t care if he’s angry. What’s the worst he can do to me? He’s already fucked my wife.

Once the door close, the lamp clicks, casting a glow around the room. In the soft light, I can finally clearly see Phoebe’s smiling face. Her dark eyes flick from my mouth to my eyes. Her hand rubs the back of my head, and she says, “That’s was so fucking hot. I’ve never heard you talk to Joey like that before.”

I think about the times I should have before. All the times he’s cock blocked me. All the times he’s ruined by being a jackass. I should have spoken up sooner. It could’ve saved a lot of drama.

I don’t tell Phoebe any of this. I say, “He was killing the mood. I really do want to treat you like a princess tonight. You look so beautiful.”

She pulls my face to hers, and kisses me deeply. I break and kiss on her neck. Her sighs fill my ear, a whispered moan, “Yes Chandler. I’m yours.”

I roll her over onto her back, and pull her tank top over her head. Her dark hair splays across the white pillow. My tongue lines from her neck to her very perky chest. Her soft round tits defy gravity. I cup one in my hand and look up at her as my tongue licks circles around her small dark nipples. I suck one into my mouth. My tongue digs under and around her nipple piercing. Her moans give me approval, and I move my mouth to her other tit.

Phoebe watches every flick of my tongue. How it slips off her nipple, and down the curve of her breast. How it traces every arching swirl of her intricate tattoo, moving oh so slowly down her petite body. My tongue finishes its tracing on the outside of upper thigh.

Before I move between her legs, I look up at her. She looks relaxed and eager at the same time. She grins at me, and says, “I know you memorized my tattoo. I want you to draw it with your tongue on my pussy.”

There’s the flirty Phoebe I know.

I smile, and throw the blanket over me as I move between her legs. I marinate in her smell. I lift her left leg, then start kissing at the knee, and work my way down the inside of her thigh. I stop once I feel the heat of her on my cheek. I switch to the other leg, increasing the anticipation, we have the rest of the night, I don’t need to rush it. I have a feeling this pill is going to keep me hour for a dangerously long time.

She knows I’m teasing her, but she’s enjoying the sensual sucks on the inside of her thighs. The light kisses on her outer lips, before my tongue parts her and I taste her gloriously pussy again.

After one lick, I groan, “Fuck Phoebe. You taste so good.” I give her another deep lick. “My god. I’ve never had a pussy like this.”

Phoebe moans, “Ahh lick me, Chandler. This pussy is all yours.” She raises her legs, and rests her thighs on my shoulders.

I bury my face into her. I wasn’t embellishing. Phoebe tasted far better than any woman I had ever been with. I was ravenous for her tasting. I slurped her juices, not wanting to spill a single precious drop. And I know she was joking but I did try to sketch her tattoo on her pussy with my tongue. She moaned and squealed with all the swirls and flicks.

I’m pretty sure she had come with just my tongue, but I didn’t ruin the moment by asking, I just kept licking and worshiping her delicious pussy.

As my tongue tired, I bring a finger up, and insert it into her opening. I plan on it just being the tip, but she is so wet, it slides in to the last knuckle. Phoebe moans at the new feeling. I gently fuck her with my finger, and lap my tongue near her clit.

Her deepening moans notify me to insert a second finger, and to start swirling my tongue directly on her clit. There is no doubt this time she is coming. She rips the blanket off me, and grips my hair. I look up as I send her over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

She doesn’t scream or curse. Her orgasm is silent like she’s completely lost use of her body including her vocal cords. When I can hear her again, I rise up from my late night meal, my face dripping in leftovers.

Phoebe grabs my head and pulls me to her. She breathlessly whispers, “Oh my god that was a top five, holy fuck.” Her lips close around mine, and her tongue forces its way into my mouth. That tongue could do wonder around the head of my cock.

But I don’t try to initiate the reciprocation of oral, I just make out with this beautiful woman. Just carnal kisses that we’ve kept from each other since we first met and flirted. In another life, we might have just had a wild one night stand and never meet again. But in this life, she happened to marry one of my best friends, then one night years later we all got wasted and horny around a campfire.

I break the kiss, and brings my lips to her ears. I ask, “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

She screams, “GOD YES!”

I hope it was loud enough for Joey to hear on the couch. That way he didn’t have to worry about if his wife was having a good time.

I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but I have to ask. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”

She laughs, “What a gentleman! No you don’t. I have an implant. And I want to feel every ridge and vein of that cock.” She bites her lip looking down her body.

I look down at my cock. I am raging hard. I’ve been so distracted eating her out, and making out, that I didn’t notice that mine dick is pulsing. I haven’t seen my dick look like that since I fucked around and masturbated with a tight cock ring. My veins bulge, and my shaft stands rigid out from my body like a pair of fake tits.

Phoebe spreads her legs wide. Shit. I didn’t know this little Asian girl was so flexible. It take effort pushing my stiff cock down. I have to adjust my body, so I couldn’t guide it in. Phoebe see my issue, and gripped my cock with her small hand. She leads me to her pussy. Her heat radiates against my cock head, before I push in. Her moans sounds as sweet as her wet pussy feels.

Phoebe’s legs wrap around my back, and her arms hug me close so our chest touch skin to skin. She moans loudly in my ear as my cock slowly eases in and out of her.

I swivel my hips so my cock churns inside of her. I bring my lips to her, and we make out as our connected bodies grind against each other. Between kisses she sighs, “Oh my god you’re so big.”

I want to say that I’m not as big as her husband. Mention my insecurities. But I don’t. I stay in the moment. I thrust in deep, feeling how her pussy squeezes against my granite cock. Fuck. I could kill someone with this erection.

I fuck her slow and gently, and sensually make out. Then she pulls my hair again, her lips brush my ear. She whispers, “Now this princess wants to be fucked hard. She wants to feel your hot cum inside her. Give her want she wants. As fast as you can.”

I reach below her body, and cup her supple ass cheeks. I squeeze them and raise her hips off the bed. I drive in deep. Mmm so fucking deep. I pull out to the ridge of my head and pound in to the same deep spot. Phoebe’s moan tells me that’s what she wants.

I pull out and pound in deeply again, her tight pussy gripping my cock so tightly. I pull out and pound in again. Faster this time. Alway faster. In and out. In and out. Fuck she feels so tight. Fuck she feels so warm. Her screams echo around the room.

One final push deep inside her as far as I can go, and my groan joins her moans. My cock throbs and cum pumps out of my cock filling her warm tight pussy. Holy fuck holy fuck. I stay inside her. I don’t want to leave.

I collapse on top of Phoebe. Her arms embrace me, her panting fills me ears. “Oh my god Chandler! You treat this princess right.”

“I’m not pulling out of you,” I say.

“Stay me in all night, Chandler. You feel fucking amazing.”

Propped up on my arms, I fall asleep with my medically enhanced erection buried in my friend’s wife.