I could feel the mixture of our juices seep out from where our sexual organs joined. “Mmmm, baby. “Jess,” I said, my tone softening to simple desperation. “My apartment, getting her crap together. “Bitch…”
I snorted at his single-word response to my shattered relationship. Make me your fucking sex toy! What the fuck?”
It grew quiet, and I used the opportunity to put my shirt on, stewing on what she’d just told me and the implications. “You’ll have to show me the ropes. This just… happened. “What was that?” I asked. I felt my jaw ache, and I locked it in place. Not bad if I say so myself.”
The only response I received was a sigh as she stared at the ceiling. Now that both hands were occupied, my weight drove her completely flat on the mattress as I continued to ram my hips into her generous ass, luxuriating in the way her pussy seemed to become almost soupy with the combination of our juices. I’d known her for three years, and we got along well.
