Chapter 5: Resolution
That fucking night, I had nowhere to go. My best friend, Greg, was out with Susan, his latest fuckbunny, and I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted her. God, I wanted her big fucking tits and curvy hips. I wanted to slam my dick deep into her hot cunt, watch her tits bounce and hear her scream my name as she came. I craved her touch, her warmth, and every inch of her body.
I never realized this sick obsession before.
I quickly scribbled a note and dashed it over to Susan's place, inviting her to dinner, my cock rock-hard and aching with every step. Quicker than lightning, she replied, that filthy seductress. My heart hammered in anticipation and, oh sweet Jesus, my dick was as tough as steel. I never knew what was coming for me that night. I wasn't sure if I'd survive her.
Hours later, the doorbell rang.
As if possessed, I flung open the door, almost tearing it off its hinges. Standing there was Susan, my best friend's former lover, her fuck-me shoes clacking on the hardwood floor. She sauntered in, her hips swaying like a fucking hypnotic spell, and my eyes couldn't peel away from her big tits, barely contained by the skimpy top she wore.
"Like the place?" she asked, that fucking coy little smile on her lips. I didn't need to tell her I did.
I just stood there like an animal in the wild, ready to fuck. Her scent, a mix of heavy perfume and lust, drove me wild. I moved closer, my hands tracing up her sides, desperate to touch her soft skin. She bit her lip and looked up at me with those fuck-me eyes. I could barely resist.
My voice came out like a growl, "I need you, Susan."
"I want you too, Jonas," she replied, her breath hot against my neck.
That was all the confirmation I needed. My mouth was on hers before she could utter another word. Our lips crashed together, our tongues swirling in an all-consuming dance. She tasted sweet, sinful, and I couldn't get enough. The heat between us grew, sparks flying as we stumbled to my bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor.
My fingers roamed up her thighs, sliding under her skirt as her legs wrapped around me. Her pussy was soaked, hot, and ready for me.
My dick throbbed with anticipation. I broke our kiss for a second and looked into her flushed face.
"You want my cock, Susan?" I whispered, my voice dripping with desire.
"Yes, Jonas. Please," she begged, her voice needy and ragged. I pushed aside her thong, plunging two fingers deep into her cunt. She cried out, a sound so filthy, so sweet, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over us both.
Her cunt gripped my fingers greedily, her own hand sliding up and down my cock. I was on the verge of losing control, but I wasn't ready yet. I wanted more of her.
My hands roamed, kneading her breasts through the flimsy fabric of her bra. She arched into my touch, begging for me to tear it off. I chuckled and did just that. Her perfect tits spilled forth, nipples hard and pointed. I took one in my mouth, nipping, sucking.
She tasted like sex and the fruity drink she'd had earlier. My hands were all over her, tracing her curves and squeezing her lovely ass. Her pleas, soft groans, and moans drove me utterly mad. I pushed her back until she sat on the bed, legs spread wide.
My eyes wandered from her beautiful face to her plump, wet pussy.
"You want this, Susan? My cock?" I asked, my voice ragged as my dick sprang free.
Pre-cum glistened on the tip, my balls tight and full. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, rubbing the head of my cock along her slick folds.
"Please, Jonas, don't tease me," she groaned.
But I had to taste her first. I gave her pussy a long, slow lick, savoring her wetness, her sweetness. She moaned, her fingers carding through my hair, pulling me closer.