Cumming Bigly

I swear that I’m more like the guy in our relationship, the way he makes me come so easily. Even when I think I have it all under control, and can take him the distance, nope; I’m coming again, and biting at the bit to be able to stay in the game. I can’t help but cry out that I’m coming, while posting my arm against him like a running-back stiff-arming a tackle while tightening my hold on the ball/orgasm to prevent it from getting stripped, or fumbling. All the while his bratty ass is goading me “but why?” and “but I’m not doing anything” as his soul shattering thrusts slow to a crawl, and I look back at him over my shoulder exasperated to see him feigning an obnoxiously naive expression on his face, and all I can do is shake my head and grumble “you’re such a fucking brat”; but I digress.

You know how sometimes when you’re so backed up from being so busy with just life, that when you finally get the opportunity to catch up, you make it really obvious. Like that not so nonchalant move to the bedroom from the couch hoping that he’ll catch the hint, after he only just got up to go to the bathroom. He comes out of the bathroom to find the living room television off and you locking him in the bedroom with you, and you act clueless and say “I thought you were going to shower”. All the while trying to quiet your “you’re mine now sucka” eyes, that are giving you away, and he just smiles like the good sport he is, and turns around and strips on his way to the shower laughing because it is only 7:30 at night. I don’t know about him, but I’d been watching the clock all day, and I’m rounding up because momma is horny as a basket of unicorns. He is a good sport and likes to be clean when we play; I’ve been clean for hours and just biding my time. I pull our television out and turn it on, because I know how backed-up we both are, and kinda figured that we were gonna need some noise to cover our tracks. I freshen and preen a little before getting nekkid and jumping into bed like a anxious kid on Xmas eve. I’m so excited to open my present when he comes out of the bathroom in just a towel. He peeks around the corner to see if the bedroom door is still closed and asks if it’s locked. I try to be cool and say yeah, but I find myself nodding with probably the creepiest shit-eating grin ever when he drops the towel and saunters around to his side of the bed. I can’t swear, but I think I kept the growl to myself as he fluffed the blankets to make sure I was nekkid before crawling in to join me.

We both tried to remain cool and pretended to care what was on the television when in actuality, we were both equally terrible at maintaining a poker face. I was nipply from his creating a breeze as he moved the covers to get under them, but the man is like a furnace, and all it took was a leg over his to get us both hot-n-bothered. We really are easy, but I was determined to show him that I can hang, so I mentally prepared myself, and swore that I would remain in control long enough for him to get his too for a change. The problem is, I forget how his kisses prophesize with so much promise. He inhales all of my mind when he kisses me, and it totally takes me off my game. Those promising flicks and licks and little bites as he moves down my body, detouring here and there, waking my nipples as they turn to stone with the preview of what we can’t wait to happen to my already growing clit. Fuck, I’m wet again just recalling it; imagine being under him while trying to hold it together. I tear my eyes from his teasing bites, and breathe while meditating and reminding myself of my long term goal of getting him to finish too. Fuck! Did I say that out-loud? As his hot kisses spread my nether-lips and his tongue began to joust with my already swollen nub. Breathe, breathe, I tell myself and I think I’m doing fine, until he dips his tongue inside of me, and his hungry growls reverberate through my entire body as he tastes just how happy I am to feed him. I’m coming, but just a little, and I’m relieved that I’m able to control it. Well until something came over me, where before I knew it, I found myself spreading my lips for him and grinding into his hungry face like I was possessed. The next orgasm shook me awake, as I kicked him back so that we both could have a breather, and I realized that I still had more in me. I said my turn as I backed off the bed to retrieve a blow-job pony, and put my hair up before I crawled over him and his shit-eating grin and parked myself in sixty-nine on his face.

As I relaxed my haunches, wrapped both of my hands and lips around his fat, happy cock, I thought to myself, “this is the kind of distraction that I needed”. But how soon I forget my own weaknesses, and the power of his masculine wiles, or those of his big, growing and thick, hard dick has over me when at the back of my throat. Before I know it, I’m bucking in the saddle as this internal war rages on inside of me again whether to come or not. I try to rise off his face, but I’m compromised when I feel his thumb slide inside me and curl up against the wall between my pussy and anus to hold me tight to his face. I concede even more when I feel his cock flexing in my mouth, so I figure, fuck it, we’ll both come. I swallow his cock hoping for a photo finish, but once again, I beat him to the checkered flag and come so hard that I fall off his face.

I think for sure that I’m finished and I apologize, but he ignores me and pushes his cock inside me, quieting any objections I thought I had. He fills me repeatedly and so thoroughly that I once again find another wind, proving that sometimes he knows better. I come, yet once again, and post my arm against him in silent protest, waiting to see just how well he knows me. He only slows long enough to verify what he seems to already know better than I do. I’m apologizing again when he starts in on me with his bratty questions, “why did you come my love”, “why didn’t you wait”, and claiming that he didn’t do anything, and having no intentions of letting me get away with any of it either. At first I thought I might have gone too far, but he quieted me yet again as he slowly worked his finger into me too. Fuck! Yep I have more, I thought to myself, as Sybil betrayed me and demanded that he fuck me harder, no longer giving a fuck if he ever finishes or not, because I was gonna come again. Constantly coming should be my stage-name tonight, and his should be Literal F’n Brat, but I soon realized that I wasn’t the only one about to come. When he started speaking in tongues and becoming more beast than man, I knew he was on his way. I fucking love when he lets go, and I was so thankful that I had the television on and the volume up because he wasn’t being shy about it. His deep guttural moans grew manic as he hammered me into submission until we both came bigly. “Thank you lord”, I thought, just so happy with myself that I managed to complete my goal. I was so proud when he fell next to me, obviously spent and happily sated and said, “thank you love, I needed that”.

Happy Hump Day!!