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Like Cray Like Always




I’m so easy; well, not really, but it sure wasn’t difficult for her to get my attention. Aren’t we all simple if you think about it? All she did was come up behind me and hug me lingeringly with her head rested between my shoulder blades while she slid her hands into the pockets of my dress slacks. It was nonsexual or leading in any way, and just maybe that is exactly why it was. She welcomed me home like she does any time I am away, and complimented me on my “Hunky businessman,” attire before sliding her hands from my pockets and hugging me tight before trailing her fingers across my torso as she strolled away. This is my every day with this amazing, beautiful woman, but this time, I wasn’t so dismissive or just reconciliatory as usual, and I grabbed her by her hand before she got away and pulled her back to me to let her know that I missed her too, like cray, like always.

She met my kiss with just a bit of surprise at my enthusiasm, and I took advantage of her stupor while her lips and breath intoxicated me with their usual magic. My hands began to roam as my mind got drunk on her soft lips and receptive tongue until I pulled her tight into my growing appreciation with my hands on her hips. She was still befuddled, maybe equally drunk on my love or just too dumbfounded to recover, so I continued my pursuits, hoping she wouldn’t come to. But as soon as our lips parted and her brain received oxygen again, she attempted to rebuff my advances with half-hearted statements about being smelly from her recent workout and dirty “down there.” My reply was a signature: “A little salt never killed nobody.” I quickly pulled her chin up to capture her lips again because I figured they were where I would have the most luck. She maintained her position of rebuttal with her hands on my chest to buffer and by pulling her kiss from mine with a shake of the head as if she needed to clear her mind before she asked, “What about the kids”? I answered her by grabbing one of her hands from my chest and bringing it down to my raging hard appreciation. I kissed her harder, probing her mouth deeper before telling her that I’d be quick and quiet in between breathy kisses. She struggled to pull her lips away this time, at least more than before, and stated that I shouldn’t get carried away with the quick comment as she pulled me towards our bedroom. My smile reached my eyes as I followed like an enthusiastic puppy on a leash, eager to please like cray, like always.

She locked the door behind us and attempted to free herself so she could “Go freshen up,” but I held tight to her hand and said “Ain’t nobody got time for that,” before I backed her up to the edge of the bed and crushed another rebuttal with a hungry kiss as we peeled each other’s clothes off. She shushed my happy sounds as each kiss of newly found flesh became more intoxicating until my kisses culminated with a peck at her nether lips, where I became immediately and madly drunk on her delicious pheromones. She half-heartedly again tried to protest by pulling me to my feet, but nothing could have deterred me from exacting my pound of flesh as I pushed her back down onto the bed and pulled her legs up and over my shoulders. She knows when she is beaten, or just allows me to believe that to be the case and lays back on her elbows so that she can watch the show. I freshen her up thoroughly until I was the one needing to freshen up as my face glistened in her sweet juices, and I had to shush her before she pulled a pillow to her mouth to muffle her cries. I was having too much fun taking her to and from the length of her yoyo string to stop and the wetter she got the harder my cock got until it ached too much to ignore. I stood between her already weakened legs and asked her if I could make love to her as I stroked my painful appreciation over her humming mound. When she saw my thickly swollen manhood she gave me a famished crazed looked and attempted to sit up saying that she wanted to play first, but I pushed her back flat and reminded her of the rule about not being permitted to suck my cock until it was properly flavored, before I pushed my cock past her plump, glossy wet nether lips for a resounding quick pounding that further required her to bite down on more pillow. Her muffled cries alternated between “Not fair” and other obscenities beginning with “Fucking” until her toes curled into claws and she shook that pillow in her mouth like dog chastising her favorite toy. When my cock was thoroughly flavored in her first orgasm I stopped and she threw the pillow hard into the head board and gave me an even more famished crazed looked before she kicked off me and somehow had me on my back in the middle of the bed with my cock down her throat and tapping out before I knew what happened.

I tried to pull her over me in sixty-nine but she was steadfast in her defiance while she slapped my hands away with her free hand and choked my cock perfectly with the other swallow me whole. Just then, we hear a tap at the door and the jiggle of the handle, and her head jerked up like somebody blew a dog whistle, and we both froze until we heard the footsteps leaving. She gave me a big bug-eyed look like she didn’t know what to do, so I grabbed her by her mane and forced her mouth back down around my cock. She laughed a growl around me and succumbed as I pulled her over me and growled backed with my mouth over her swollen clit. I could tell that her mind was suddenly on the time because she sucked me with more enthusiasm, and I let her think that the checkered flag was in sight by allowing myself to cum just enough to make her loose her mind in us once again. She was even more determined when she tasted my pre-cum and tried to finish me off, but I had other plans in mind when I pressed her off me and onto her back. She didn’t want to relinquish her death grip on my cock and pouted when I took her chew toy away but conceded just the same as I placed her under me and filled her with a punishing plunge.

Her eyes frowned with the pleasure of the pain as she bit down on her knuckles and used her legs to pull me back in hard after each withdrawal. Knowing that I was close, I pulled her head up to watch my cock as it drilled her because I know seeing that will catapult her into the lead and just like that she was cumming and cumming hard. Watching her exquisite cum-face and seeing the fruits of my labor painting my cock pushed me over the finish line too. Finally, we both started to breathe again, sated but exhausted from trying to keep quiet as I collapsed next to her, and we echoed our I love yous, like cray, like always. 

Happy Hump Day!


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