This is a stream of thoughts, a hot summer’s day, two lovers, and something between them that neither wants to admit…
He looked at me with something dark and arousing in his dark eyes as I sat on his messy bed, my hair curly and falling over my shoulders. I was wearing nothing but my skin, my body hot with the summer heat and the fact that I had just come. His tongue had mercilessly buried itself inside of me as I ached and trembled, sweat dripping from my forehead, my orgasm shooting out of me with force, leaving me gasping for air and unable to control my limbs for a while afterward. This had all happened only minutes ago and neither of us could speak.
As I sat on his bed, the sheets wet from my cum beneath me, my knees under my chin, my body still trembling, his broken eyes bore into me.
He looked at me as if I was the tastiest and most angelic thing in the world, something to be admired and adored but also fucked ravenously.
The trouble with guys like him is that he is broken, he doesn’t know how to love or be loved, passionate sex is all he knows, and whilst I know that I can’t help but foolishly think I can be the one to change him, the girl who fixed him and made him feel something other than the pleasure of a throbbing cock inside of a tight vaginal wall.
The trouble with me is that I love broken men, men who lust for my body, they always know how to make me cum and they always leave me weak at the knees. I guess I am just that type of girl, one who can’t think of anything but good dick and great sex.
He continues watching me as I sit there, absorbing every inch of my perspiring body and slowly he inches over to me, walking with intent as he reaches me, cupping my chin with his fingers and moving my head up, bending down to kiss me and instantly I fall victim to him again, turning to Jell-O as he kisses me with those perfect lips. He kisses down my neck and over my bare chest, sucking hungrily on my dark nipples, his fingers probing and searching for my pussy, finding it and rubbing me softly, making me moan as his fingers dance over my swollen clitoris.
I ached for him and instinctively I pulled him in closer, spreading my legs as he lay on top of me, his cock rock hard against me as I slowly inched him in. He moaned as he entered me, as did I. Our bodies becoming one. He began thrusting faster and harder into me, squeezing my small breasts as he did so, looking me in the eyes, his own were swimming with darkness and arousal.
He pinched my dark nipples hard as he began to come, collapsing on top of me, panting hard as he caught his breath. I feel his cum trickling from me and I know it means nothing because a broken man and a broken woman can never fall in love…
