They lived hours away from one another and haven’t spoked in years. He would still think about her from time to time - one thing specifically: she had a sex-drive like a nympho-possessed. Like a man. To her own guilt, she would find herself thinking about him too. How could she not? The only reason she ended up moving on was because he didn’t want to settle down - like at all. Lexie was levels above Toby’s level - her current long term relationship. Everyone knew it. Her friends said it out right.
People settle. Like a video game with different gauges of strength, magic, speed etc the “health bars” for different attributes sometimes change in priority. With Leo, the bars that would be fully green would be humor, sex, lust, connection…sex. With Toby it was stability…stability. There was no denying it was flat. But again - people settle.
Leo knew this. Shit, Lexie even knew that Leo knew this. In the times that they would speak and Leo would ask about her relationship guiltily Lexie would admit things were dry. “You’re about to be engaged and your best description of your relationship is…’dry’. Sounds like a great plan Lex.”
Lexie was about 5’ 5’’, dark brown eyes, dark brown hair, with a cute button nose and a sharp jawline. Nails - always manicured. Toes - always pedicured. She was flawless. Feminine. Tight and tanned. Leo was roughly 6’, dark hair, dark brown eyes, lean and muscular. They looked like the perfect match.
One day after running into one another in their home town and exchanging polite hello’s and catching up Leo noticed that when they said their goodbyes shaking Toby’s hand and giving Lex a hug, that the hug felt…like something more. He couldn’t explain it. He even wondered if it was just him. But as he watched the couple walk into the store he was just walking out of he couldn’t help but get one subtle look at her ass as she walked away. God this thing. Just perfectly shaped - a shelf, a complete bubble. The way it bounced and recoiled with every step, and lord, those pants. A damn near second skin.
As he got lost in the trance her tight ass put on him he peripherally noticed her look back but he didn’t make eye contact - his gaze was focused on those two cheeks just shifting side to side and drifting father away from his sight. On her second time looking back - Toby lost in his phone - her face was red and she was giving him the dirtiest of grins, almost as if to say “I love when you watch me.”
The fact that she was acknowledge it and was so far from single she might as well have a ring on her hand - drove him fucking wild.
When he got in his car his hands were shaking. The look on her face. She knew. Her eyes - his eyes. They both knew. His hands trembled as his thumbs hovered over the surface of his phone screen contemplating - trying to convince himself not to do it. He couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to be polite and say something like: It was really nice to see you, you look great. He didn’t want that. She didn’t want that - he knew it. Her knew her. Direct. Forward. Raw. That was her style.
His fingers hovered. Fuck, I know there is a chance he may see this if I send it - but she’s smarted than that. She’ll know that buzzing in her pocket is me. Leo thought to himself.
That look in her eyes - that jiggle of her ass - he couldn’t contain himself.
His fingers begin moving on their own: “I still think about how that ass tastes. I still think about fucking that pussy.”
He hit sent and drove off, flipping his phone screen side down against the passenger seat and imagining tossing it out the window.
No response. No response at all.
It was hours later. He knew he royally fucked up. Maybe he caused a massive argument. Maybe she was ready to absolutely fucking OUT him.
Around midnight while he was laying in bed his phone vibrated.
“Lexie.” His heart sank.
He swiped up: “And I think about milking your hard dick.”
Leo: Now?
Lexie: Best time.
Leo: Where?
Lexie: Parents. Old bedroom. Window. Be quiet.
Leo had barely closed the apartment door behind him when Lexie was already on him.
She pushed him back against the wall with both hands on his chest, her mouth crashing into his in a hungry kiss. Her tongue slid against his, tasting like the cherry lip gloss she always wore. “I’ve been wet since I saw you earlier,” she whispered hotly against his lips, her fingers already working his belt open. “Couldn’t stop thinking about this cock.”
Leo groaned as she dropped to her knees right there in the entryway, yanking his jeans and boxers down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, already thick and heavy. Lexie licked her lips, eyes gleaming with pure lust. She wrapped her small hand around the base and gave him a slow, teasing stroke.
“Fuck, I missed this,” she murmured, voice low and filthy. She leaned in and dragged her tongue from his balls all the way up the underside of his shaft, swirling around the swollen head before sucking him into her warm, wet mouth. Leo’s head thumped back against the wall as she bobbed on him, sloppy and eager, saliva dripping down her chin. She took him deeper, gagging softly when he hit the back of her throat, then pulled off with a wet pop.
“Bedroom. Now,” she demanded, standing up and tugging his cock toward the bed.
They barely made it. Lexie shoved him onto his back and stripped fast—peeling off her tight tank top, then shimmying out of her thong in one go.
She went to toss them aside - “Give them to me.” Leo commanded.
He folded them to find the part that would sit directly on her asshole and took a deep inhale.
Lexie shivered. A possessed look in her eye.
Her body was flushed, nipples hard, pussy already visibly slick and swollen. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, and gripped his cock, rubbing the fat head up and down her dripping slit.
“Mmm, so fucking hard for me,” she purred. She lined him up and sank down slowly, inch by thick inch, until her ass rested against his thighs. A low, satisfied moan escaped her as she bottomed out. “God, you stretch me so good, baby.”
Lexie started rolling her hips, grinding her clit against him with every movement. But it didn’t take long for her inner animal to come out. Her pace quickened. She planted her hands on his chest and began riding him harder, bouncing on his cock with wet, obscene sounds filling the room. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and her round ass cheeks slapped loudly against his hips and balls.
“Fuck yes,” she gasped, eyes half-lidded with raw pleasure. “You like this pussy? No… you fucking love this pussy.” She slammed down harder, her voice turning breathy and demanding. “And this pussy loves your hard cock. Feel how wet I am for you? How tight I squeeze you?”
Leo’s hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh as she rode him like she was angry. Her ass rippled with every bounce, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder and filthier.
Lexie leaned forward, her hair falling around them like a curtain, and growled right against his ear, “I knew I was gonna fuck you the minute I saw you earlier. Couldn’t wait to get this dick inside me again.”
She sat back up, bracing her hands on his thighs behind her so he had a perfect view of his cock disappearing into her greedy cunt. Her ass cheeks clapped loudly against him as she picked up speed, riding him with deep, punishing strokes.
“I’ll always be your whore to fuck, daddy,” she moaned, her voice breaking into a whimper as her pussy fluttered around him. “This slutty little pussy is all yours whenever you want it.”
Her movements grew erratic, desperate. She was chasing her own orgasm, but she wanted his first. Lexie locked eyes with him, her expression fierce and needy.
“Now give me what I want,” she demanded, grinding down hard and circling her hips. “Give me that hot milk, daddy. I need it. Please—fill me up with your thick milk. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Begging for it in my head.”
She rode him faster, her ass bouncing wildly, the wet sounds turning obscene. “Come on, baby. Shoot it deep. I want every drop of that hot milk flooding my pussy. Don’t you dare pull out. I’m gonna force it out of you if I have to.”
Lexie clenched her inner walls around him deliberately, milking his cock with rhythmic squeezes as she slammed down again and again. Her voice turned into a filthy chant:
“Give it to me, daddy. Give me that milk. I want it so bad—please cum inside me. Fill your whore with that hot, sticky milk. I need it dripping out of me.”
Leo’s hips bucked up to meet her, his grip tightening. The dirty begging, the way her pussy gripped him, the sight of her ass rippling and slapping against him—it was too much.
Lexie felt him swell inside her and grinned wickedly. She slammed down one final time, grinding her clit hard against his base as she squeezed him tight.
“That’s it—give it to me,” she gasped, voice husky. “Cum for me. Flood me with your milk, daddy. Right fucking now.”
Leo groaned loudly as he erupted, thick ropes of cum pulsing deep into her. Lexie moaned in triumph, still riding him through every spurt, forcing him to empty everything inside her. “That’s it daddy. Make it milk for me!” She commanded.
She kept moving slowly, milking every last drop with her pulsing walls until he was spent and trembling beneath her.
Only then did she let herself go, her own orgasm crashing over her. She cried out, body shaking as her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock, drawing out the last of his cum.
Breathing hard, Lexie collapsed forward onto his chest, his softening cock still buried inside her. She kissed his neck lazily, a satisfied little smile on her lips.
“Mmm… good boy,” she whispered, gently rocking her hips to feel his warm milk shift inside her. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”