Winning My Ex-Crush

Laird’s POV

“You know that most sensitive spot of yours that made you jerk and pull my hair? My tongue licked the base of your balls. When I licked it there, you didn’t stop groaning.”

My hand moved to stroke and press with the lubricant in the area Fenella mentioned. I groaned with my eyes still closed to continue imagining Fenella’s tongue there.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“I’m almost reaching climax,” I gasped.

“Yes, I know. That’s why I quickly stopped licking you. Instead, I ride on you. Slowly, I straddled your hips and lowered my body. I saw it when you opened your eyes, then directed your erection towards my wet pussy.” She moaned with a gasp.

“I lowered my hips, and when you were finally inside me completely, I stayed still to feel our blood flow pulsating together. Can you feel that pressure on your huge cock?” Fenella sighed with pleasure.

I could only imagine Fenella’s fingers possibly being inserted into her wet core. It was somewhat challenging to match my cock, but I thought her three fingers would be close enough for her.

I groaned as my fist enveloped my entire shaft. I squeezed it gently several times. I hoped to match Fenella’s tight, pulsating passage that pumped my cock, but I only found disappointment. My hand couldn’t replace Fenella’s throbbing inner muscles, which felt intoxicatingly tight, but I had no other choice.

“Then my hips moved up and down. I could feel every thrust of your cock that stung me so intensely. Ugh, I miss it, Laird.” She groaned in pleasure.

“I miss when your hips also respond to my movements. We would move away from each other, then collide again, with my wet pussy meeting your stiff balls. Can you feel the friction?” Fenella’s voice grew heavier, and her breath became more ragged.

“Yes. I can feel it. I remember how much I enjoyed it. I remember my hands also squeezing and pinching your nipples to enhance the sensation for you,” I said, my breath as labored as Fenella’s.

“Yes! Oh, that feels so good, Laird. I want more and more. Don’t stop,” Fenella pleaded with a long moan.

The pleasure continued to build in the area of my erection, feeling increasingly fiery hot. The friction between my cupped hands covering my shaft with slick lubricant was enough to make my blood flow quickly. I knew I was almost reaching climax.

“My hands then gripped your hips, kneading your ass and helping your hips move faster.” My breath grew heavy as I recalled all the sensations from that morning.

“Yes, then you couldn’t wait because I was already too intoxicated by that pleasure. Like a black jaguar in the night, you pounced on me. Our positions reversed, and not stopping there, you turned my body around.” I can hear how she winced in pain.

“You commanded me to raise my hips. That command sent a wild reaction to me, don’t you know? Then you pulled my hips. Your huge cock immediately entered my deepest core and it felt extremely good,” Fenella moaned louder, in sync with my increasingly rapid breaths.

“Yes, Fenella. You enjoyed that position. I could kiss your sexy back while my cock pleasured you. How did that feel so satisfying?” I asked between my quick breaths.

“Yes! Your cock entered all the way to my G-spot. I could feel the tip of your cock pressing against my deepest wall. And, oh, yes, it was very-” Fenella couldn’t continue her moans, and I was sure she had reached her climax.

I no longer held back and released a burst of cum. I reached a climax with a heavy roar. In a flash, white fluid filled both of my hands on my cock. My breath was labored, just like Fenella’s breathing on the opposite side.

“Whoah. That was a new experience,” I lazily remarked as I stared at the ceiling of my room.

“Yes. How was it? Do you now believe that I remember everything about that morning? Wasn’t my memory crystal clear?” Fenella asked with a still-hoarse voice. I thought it was because her throat was dry from breathing through her mouth, just like mine.

“Yes, I believe you. Your memory was so detailed, down to the second round at 3 a. m.,” I said with a chuckle.

“Wait, don’t hang up. I’ll quickly wash my hands.” I said, and Fenella agreed to wait.

I cleaned my cock and hands with running water. I didn’t forget the scented soap to remove the pungent smell of my fluids. After drying my hands and putting on my pants again, I returned to the bed. Fenella’s phone call was still connected, with over an hour displayed on my phone screen.

This is crazy. Fenella is driving me crazy, and I still want to have sex with Fenella properly. Once again, I could only curse my boss and clients in my heart.

“Hey. Thank you for waiting,” I said with a weak smile.

“Yes. Did you release a lot of cum?” Fenella asked with her sexy voice.

“Yup. You made me weak with your voice. Imagine if we did this for real; you would have drained me completely.” I chuckled softly.

“Well, be patient. Perhaps there will be another opportunity later,” she said slowly.

“When?” I asked.

“How about next Saturday? I’ve been invited to the grand opening party of a new nightclub owned by the famous designer Oscar de Ragetti. It turns out my invitation includes a plus one. Are you interested?” she asked.

“Will there be some booze?” I chuckled.

“Yes, of course. Lots of it,” she whispered in a tempting voice.

“Then I’ll pick you up at your flat later.”