Free Dirty Little Freaks by Jaden Wilkes

myself off of him. My brain is running a thousand miles a minute, but I am struck without the power of speech. My knees feel weak. I stand and slowly turn around. He’s got a huge grin on his face, his legs are wide apart and he’s still seated on the edge of my bed.
    “What’s so funny?” I ask, stepping towards him.
    “I would have bet that would have you crying ‘fencepost’,” he replies, still smiling.
    “Oh, you don’t know me, then,” I reply and push him back onto the bed. His cock stands at attention and I work my way up the bed towards him on my hands and knees. “You don’t know me at all.” I say and straddle his hips, sliding my sopping wet pussy down his shaft, as his grin disappears and his intensity returns.
    “I want to,” he says and grabs my waist with two hands. “I want to very badly” he continues and thrusts himself up inside of me, stabbing me with his hard cock and his desperate intentions.
    “I want you to,” I tell him, not knowing where this is coming from. I want to know him, I want him to know me, I want to explore this togetherness, this possibility. His thrusting picks up speed and I grab his pecs to balance myself, or I feel like I’ll tip over. His pecs feel good, damn good, how does he keep himself this ripped without living in a gym? I stare at his tattoos as he’s thrusting, the moving muscle makes them undulate, the tribal patterns and mythical beasts move and quiver with each thrust. It makes everything feel otherworldly, this entire night has been like that. What the fuck did Sarai give me? I wonder and thank my lucky stars I didn’t go home with Hulk Chick’s boyfriend.
    I’m going to cum again, and I can feel that he is close. He grips my waist hard, almost painfully, and says “Wait for me, I want to finish together.” I nod and lean forward, look into his eyes. His Disney prince, movie star eyes. God this man is perfect. Even his limp mohawk splayed across my comforter looks perfect, he’s a fucking rock God and I am worshipping his cock.
    “I will,” I tell him. “I can’t wait long though, your cock is ripping me apart, shredding everything I thought I knew and sending me over the edge,” I blurt, I’m fucking poetic when I’m inspired by such hotness.
    “Oh, babe, I’m there,” he gasps and thrusts upwards one last time, gripping my waist and pulling me down. I can feel the head of his cock hit my cervix hard, it sends a shockwave of impact through my pelvis and pushes me far into my orgasm. I feel full, complete, and I hang onto his body like I’m going to fly away if I don’t. Fireworks explode in my mind, and electric waves of pleasure shoot along my limbs. I am on fire, pure liquid ecstasy. I pant and moan and grind my pelvis against him, I can feel his cock twitch and my pussy tighten around it. His load explodes inside of me, a warm viscosity spreading in my pussy and mixing with my own gushing fluid.
    I drop onto his chest, his cock slowly goes limp inside of me and my cunt slows down its frantic clenching and twitches. I fit on top of him perfectly, our sweaty bodies melding together with the top of my head just under his chin. He blows some of my hair out of his face and wraps his arms around me. I float in a little ocean of bliss, and somewhere deep inside of me, the cynical, aloof part of me is screaming to retreat. This is abnormal behaviour for me, most of the time I’d be half dressed by now and shaking his hand on my way out. I don’t want to stop touching Hush though, I want to stay wrapped up in his arms, feeling his heart pound through his gorgeous muscled body, and fall into the rhythm of his breath as it slows and becomes steady. I think he’s falling asleep.
    “Hey,” I say and smack his arm, jolting him awake.
    “Oh shit, sorry babe, I drifted off there,” he says, his voice already thick with fatigue. “What time is it anyways?”
    “You’re such a lightweight,” I smile at him. “It’s only...hang on,