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I’m starting to wonder if the women in my past were faking their orgasms. None of them got so flushed or moaned so loudly with so little effort on my part. Or is Monroe the one faking it?
“I want to suck you,” she says, reaching between my legs and stroking my cock through my jeans. “My turn now.”
“Did you really just come?” I ask, suspicious of how easily this woman orgasmed. “I barely did anything.”
“You’re just really sexy, and I have a sensitive clit. If you didn’t want me to come so fast, you should have paced yourself, stud. Now, let me see your cock. I’m curious about that tattoo rumor.”
“I don’t know,” I mumble, despite letting her tug me onto the couch while she slides onto the floor in front of me. “I’m self-conscious now since my dick is inkless.”
“Don’t be shy,” Monroe murmurs. “I don’t even care if it’s tiny. It’ll fit easier in my mouth that way. Come on, baby. Let’s get sexy and stuff.”
“Your pillow talk is getting better.”
Winking at me, she glances down at how her tits remain out of her bra. She gives a shrug and then pops the button on my black jeans.
“Compliment me,” I say, oddly nervous about how quickly she orgasmed minutes ago.
“You’re like one of those fancy sandwiches at Harvie’s Sub Shop. You let me try a bite of yours, and there were so many layers to the flavor. That’s you, Conor,” she says and tugs my jeans down my hips. “The men I’ve known in the past were blocks of cheese. Not awful, but one note. You’re never bland.”
I search her words for a dig at me. I’m leery suddenly. She’s moving too fast. I should be the one pinning her down and begging for a taste. Why is she so horny? Yeah, yeah, I’m sexy as fuck. But I didn’t get hotter in the last twenty-four hours. Why was she so patient until today?
Then, Monroe tugs down my black briefs and smiles at my hard cock. I think to tell her to stop. Well, until she licks her puffy lips, and my brain shuts down. Now, my dick is in charge, and it does not want anyone interfering with the nice lady wrapping her soft fingers around its hard flesh.
Monroe does what I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks. My dripping cockhead disappears between her sweet pink lips. I groan with both approval and relief. Her tongue teases the slit, nearly making me jizz seconds into the blowjob. She smiles at my approving sigh.
One of her hands strokes my shaft while the other disappears under my balls. Her soft wet lips suck at the first several inches. Then, her wily pink tongue darts along the head before giving my balls a few loving licks. After so little stroking, licking, and sucking, Monroe has me blinded with pleasure. I come hard, gripping at the couch fabric to avoid losing control and grabbing at her bobbing head. Monroe keeps sucking, drinking down every drop.
“Don’t tattoo your dick,” she murmurs with her lips pressed against my cockhead. “It’s perfect without any decorations.”
“I should say something effortlessly romantic right now. Except my dick is running the show, and it has a small vocabulary.”
“Can we fuck now?”
“I just came, woman. I’ll need several hours and a few protein shakes to be ready again.”
Monroe grins at my comment as her tongue lazily licks my cock. Despite my complaint, I’ll be hard again soon if she keeps teasing my dick. I gently reclaim my cock and hide it in my briefs. Monroe gives me an annoyed duck-face frown.
“Why?” she asks while shoving her tits back into her bra and sitting a foot from me on the couch.
Ignoring her bad mood, I lean over and kiss her lips. She doesn’t respond to my affections, though.
“I’m sticking with you all night,” I say, moving my lips to her throat and inspiring a quiet moan. “This is one of those extended dates, where I won’t leave and you need to call for help to remove me. Let’s order in and watch a movie. Or go out and watch a movie. In fact, let’s drive to Cincinnati and go dancing at a discotheque.”
“Is Amity a good lover?” Monroe asks, flashing her claws.
“Look, I’m not wholly against a three-way with your roommate. Amity is hot and very focused on making a person’s toes curl. However, seeing you making out with her would inspire intense jealousy in me. It’s too early in our relationship for me to throw a fucking tantrum.”
“I bet you flailing around like a toddler would be a special kind of sexy,” Monroe says after her attempt at troublemaking flamed out. She yanks on her shirt and pouts. “I feel as if today is my last day on the planet, and I want to go down swinging. Except no one is attacking me, so I’m just screwing with you for no reason.”
“Yeah, that’s real crazy of you, Monroe,” I say while tracing her belly button through her shirt. “But just remember how I’m not your enemy. We’re on the same team.”
Monroe’s lovely lips purse and pout despite her nodding. So, no, she doesn’t trust I’m fully on her team. Of course, it’s only been a few hours, and I haven’t really unleashed the full force of my charm on her yet. With another day, I’ll have this wary woman swooning under my every smile.
