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Published June 17, 2024



As the night wore on, glances lingered and touches turned into caresses. A foot may or may not have traveled the length of someone's ankle and calf. I did have my eye on an apple pie with ice cream for dessert, but after our bold foreplay, I was eager for the food portion of our date to end.
And the carnal part to start.
Harrison's door slammed with a force, and my back was hurriedly shoved against it. Our mouths were fused, eating at each other's lips in a soul-searing kiss.
His hands palmed my ass before he lifted me effortlessly up against his chest. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and my hands were buried in his hair as I sucked greedily on his tongue.
All our pent-up sexual tension and flirting had finally bubbled over before it exploded in a hot and heavy makeout session in the restaurant carpark. I had practically climbed the center console in my desperation to feel him.
He, too, had trouble keeping his hands off me, as evidenced by the finger marks on my thighs as his long, thick digits climbed higher and higher, teasing the edges of my damp panties.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he had groaned before I spread my legs wider, silently inviting him further access to my wet pussy. His rough fingers had sought out the dampness that had gathered in my wet hole while his thumb rubbed my clit.
I reached down to grab his cock before he pulled back, panting heavily.
"Hey, no fair," I breathed. I reached for his hard length again, but he continued to hold my hand off.
"Not here, baby." His hair was disheveled, and his lips were wet and swollen. I was sure my appearance matched his.
In that moment of pause, I realized where we were—still in the parking lot of Soul. I blushed as it dawned on me that anyone who happened to stroll by could glance in and see two bodies going at it. First, a public display at a bar, and now this.
Fuck our high school days, fuck the past, fuck the fact that I lived in California. Fuck everything but what was happening right now.
"Take me back to yours, Harry," I whispered. "I want to be with you. I want your hard cock in my wet pussy."
Harrison closed his eyes. "Jesus," he breathed. When he opened them, they were narrowed in focused determination. He reached for me, giving me a hard, punishing kiss before turning his car on and swiftly reversing out.
Now, we were in his house after the fastest car ride, where we could not keep our hands off each other's thighs.
Our bodies rubbed against one another, with my back rhythmically hitting his wooden door.
"Fuck, I have to taste you," he mumbled desperately against my lips.
I protested weakly when he set my feet down on the floor. But my objection to losing his warmth was quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure as he sank to the ground in front of me, caressing his hands up my smooth thighs.
"Let me in, baby," he groaned. "Open up for me."
I spread my legs without hesitation, unable to deny him anything. I watched through hooded eyes as he ripped the front of my dress open, buttons flying. Someone in the back of my mind struggled to remind me that I didn't have any clothes to go home with, but I pushed that cockblocking bitch aside. Especially when Harrison yanked my panties down, and I lost all train of thought.
...
"Fuck, baby, you're so wet." He bent forward and nuzzled at my cunt. "And you smell so good."
As much as I loved the compliments, I really needed my pussy licked. "Shut up and eat me," I demanded, grabbing at the back of his head and urging him closer.
...
"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped.
Without thinking, I grabbed the front of my still-intact dress and ripped it open. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples hard with arousal. I needed release. I grasped the cups of my bra and hurriedly pulled them down, freeing my heavy globes. The cool air conditioning felt good against my hard nipples. I immediately grabbed my tits and massaged the pressure out of them. I pinched my nipples, pulling them away from my body before soothing them, rubbing the tips in circles with my palms.
He stared at me with hooded eyes and reached behind his head to grab the back collar of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.
My mouth dropped open as I stared at his wide shoulders, broad chest, and…holy shit, his abs were insane.
"I wanna count your abs," I demanded as I crawled towards him. "With my tongue."
...
I moaned as he took as much of my breast in his mouth as possible and sucked. Hard.
"Yesss....," I babbled, closing my eyes in bliss as I held his head against my chest. He moved to my right breast and performed the same action on her twin.
"Wait," I tried to pry his head back. "I wanna suck your cock."
...
He grabbed my legs and pushed them up and high before licking me from the crease of my ass to the sensitive nub of my clit.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped. I yanked at his hair, feeling a little naughty when his tongue circled that hole. I wasn't opposed to a little ass-rimming, but I couldn't take the teasing anymore.
"Up, up, up," I chanted. I wanted his cock in me. Now.
He held my legs up, and I helped him by grabbing the bottom of my thighs and yanking my legs up further, almost by my ears.
"Jesus, that's fucking hot." He stared at my wet pussy, unable to tear himself away.
"Less talking, more fucking," I panted.
He turned his head to look at me, eyes dark and tender. "Any regrets?"
I turned to him, spying the uncertainty and worry in his focus. His fingers flexed against mine as he waited to see if I would turn away and reject him after our lust had waned.
Little did he know, our sensuous act had further fueled my desire for him. I wasn't sure if it would ever be sated.
"Only one."
His eyes flickered, and his throat bobbed. "Yeah?"
"I haven't sucked your cock yet."
