Pleasure

Sarah's surrender got me hard again. So hard that I wanted nothing more but to be one in body and mind with her.

But, I didn't react immediately.

She stared at me, probably wondering why I haven't made any move yet. My motive was actually different this time, but, my dick betrayed me. Seconds later, Sarah began to smile because my dick has poked at her.

"Make me yours then," she said.

"No," my reply came fast, unexpectedly. The look I got from her afterwards evidently described worry.

Putting on a devilish smile, I said. "Show me how willing you are to be mine."

She smiled back from ear to ear. "Yes, daddy," she replied.

I felt like I was on top of the world. Even though this was what I wanted, I couldn't stop imagining how I now controlled a milf because of sex. This thought wanted to serve as a distraction, so, I paved it odd and locked my attention on her.

"I like that," I said. "From now on, that is what I am to you."

With that, she placed her hands on my chest, pushing me slightly down to lay on the bed. Picking up on what she had in mind, I laid down, relaxed with a pillow under my head.

At the moment, I only wanted to see this beauty worship my dick.

She adjusted to the most comfortable position. Bent over with her ass up in the air, back arched.

Immediately, the thought of not owning that pussy doggy style flashed into my mind, but I settled its agitation saying. "We will see."

Her hand wrapped around my huge dick. Even I, could tell that my dick was too huge for my age. Or was it actually too small for 18?

With eyes filled with hunger, she bent over, kissing the tip of my dick down to the base.

She sucked on my pelvis, down to my balls. Picking up pace, she sucked harder.

"Oh, god...damn."

She took my left balls into her mouth, sucking them before pulling away with a pop sound. I felt my balls being pulled away from my sack.

The intensity at which Sarah performed this duty was mind-blowing.

My face was not supportive, like I should keep taking the treatment she was giving me.

Pre-cum leaking, she allowed it to flow down to my balls then licked from the base to the top.

The sight was mesmerizing, to be honest.

I learnt something funny about me in that moment, ball plays are my weakness but I wasn't going to tap out.

Focusing on the right balls with the same treatment, she shot me a look, that look said to me, "I got you Daddy."

I was close to busting a nut, she stopped, stroking me gently on my dick, teasing me enough so I wouldn't cum. Guess, she was not done with me.

She began to suck my dick. She wasn't taking it slowly, she didn't stop. She sucked harder, moaning with my dick in her mouth. Grunt, whimpers, moans filled the room. It was surreal. Taking my dick deeper into her mouth, feeling my dick touch her throat I knew I wouldn't last long.

Loud grunts of pleasure "uhhhhh....uhhh.. hmm" betrayed my strength as I emptied my balls in her mouth. 1, 2, 3, 4 ropes filling up her willing mouth. Her mouth never left my dick, this woman swallowed. I knew because her throat moved like something was going down into her belly. Looking up at me, she milked me dry while squeezing my dick in search for more, licking off the cum that escaped her hungry mouth.

When she was done, asked me what time it was.

"Oh, I left my phone in my room," I replied. 'How could I have forgotten that, I shouldn't have.'

"Check mine," she said, pointing to the table at the left side of the bed.

The time was—fuck. "It 6:30 a.m."

Immediately, she grabbed a towel heading to the shower. I wanted to follow her, thinking I could shower with her.

"Don't mister, you will end up fucking me again," she said, signalling with her hand that I should stay back. "Like, it's risky. Your mom could wake up any time from now."

That was when it dawned on me. Sarah was making a valid point. As I mentioned earlier, my mom works at night, and sleeps during the day. But weekends are usually an exception. Her sleeping schedule during the weekends is unpredictable.

So, it's too risky to gamble on her not waking up and catching me inside her best friend's room, naked. Worst still, deep inside her.

"What a night, or rather morning," I said, something brushing into my mind. "Wait."

"What," she turned to me, already on the verge of entering her bathroom.

"When did it start?" I asked.

"When did what start?"

"When did you start having this urge for me?" I made myself clear.

"Uhmm...let's see. You've been cute since your early age, so, any girl will want to have you," she said, tapping her lips. "Since you were 15..."

"Fifteen?"

It got her embarrassed, so, she ran into the bathroom.

I laughed hard. It was funny really.

Remembering I got no time to prevent my mother's rot, I picked up my short, put it on, grabbed my shirt and ran upstairs to my own room.

Lucky enough, my mom's room door was still locked. You will have to pass her room to get to mine. I tiptoed to avoid getting her attention, until I was in front of my door.

Now inside my room, I realized why people who engage in sex always shower after having such pleasure. "I reeked of pussy, or should I say sperm?"

It was not like I complained about my scent though, but I needed a shower real quick.

My phone which was on the stool table distracted my intent at the moment. Putting the phone on, I saw lots of notifications and complaints from my online friend.

"If only they knew the time I had," I said. "I will have to apologize properly later. In the meantime, first things should come first."

Dropping the phone back on the table, I pulled my shorts and collected my towel from the wardrobe and made to my bathroom.