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I wasn't expecting company but I couldn't deny him when he walked through my front door. I was in the middle of a very intense game of Call of Duty: Zombies. I had an excellent team and we were really kicking ass. I wore a floor length sundress with a red flower across the waist. He walked over to me and his hands found my waist like so many times before. His tongue ran across the bend of my neck. My head fell back against his shoulder as I tried hard to focus on my game. The effort was futile when his hands pulled my dress up and around my waist with a swiftness. HIs hands slid from my waist to my wet pussy. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips, or how hard I bit my lip. I didn't want him to stop. And he had no intention of doing so. His breathing was heavy in my ear and I began to drip onto the carpet. Why did this feel so good???
I could feel his rock hard erection press up against my thigh and I pushed my ass back to meet it. My legs were growing weak with the two orgasms he'd given me just by playing with my pussy. We didn't stay that way for long. He bent me over the gamer chair in front of my TV. My lips parted with the anticipation of him. The sound of his pants falling made my mouth and pussy water. I reached between my legs and took a hold of his dick and guided it to the entrance of my throbbing pussy. When he entered me we both gasped. The feeling of him filling me was something I loved. As he drove himself into me I grabbed the arm he used to hold my waistline and we started at a steady rhythm. My fingers ventured between my legs and began to message my clit and he rocked my body back and forth. God he felt too good. A moaned his name over and over and over again. He made me cum so fast I was almost ashamed of myself for it. But soon I didn't give a rat's ass. I just kept on cumming and cumming and cumming.
My legs were turning to noodles and I didn't know how long I could continue to meet his strokes. As if he knew, which he probably did, his arm wound around my waist and he continued to keep fucking me. I begged and pleaded for him not to stop. He didn't. His release was verbal. His groan drove even me over the edge and we came together. Hard. I'd lost count at how many times he'd made me find my release. I was spent. And so was he. After, we laid in a heap on top of one another in bed, fingers wound together, and when I finally came to my senses enough to glance at the television all he heard me say was,
"Dammit! I died."
The only sound after that was one of both of our laughter. I loved him. We were almost too compatible. He was home for me. The sex was home for me. Every single elated feeling he gave me was home for me. I find myself biting my lip whenever I think about it, which is fairly often. And after a few moments my heart begins to race again, my clit swells, and I bite my lip. All I want to do is fuck him. Every. Single. Day.
I'll never play a video game the same way again.