I can’t help but look down and watch as his raging cock disappears and reappears.
The table is banging against the wall each time he shoves himself deep inside me that I’m afraid we may break the table but it doesn’t seem to even register with him. He throws my legs up over his shoulders and continues to pound into me. I grip the table with both hands and arch my back.
“Conor. Conor. Oh My God,” I practically chant as I feel the heat in my pussy reaching the boiling point. “Don’t stop.”
“Fuck!” he screams through gritted teeth as he moves his hips even faster.
My body can’t take anymore. I feel the dam break and the heat of my orgasm spread through my body like a tidal wave. Just when I think I’m done, Conor reaches between us and pinches my bud, sending another shock wave through my body as I feel him start to shudder. I feel him pull out of me just as his body tightens. His lips are on mine instantly as he pulls me to his body and holds me tight as he shudders through his orgasm. I can feel him pressed against me still and I realize there is no place I’d rather be than in his arms.
Conor
“You’re right. Pants that cling to your package for the world to see might just be the male camel toe.”
Jesus Christ that was incredible!
I thought I knew what sex was like until I had sex with her. Let’s just say that all of her creativity and quirkiness isn’t just for her podcasting, if you know what I mean.
I tried playing it cool while we were doing it, but it took everything I have in this alpha body to not yell out while I was inside of her.
And it’s not just the sex either. Trust me, that shit is amazing enough on its own, but paired with the fact that she’s an amazing girl who I love spending time with and you have something. . . unexpected. Especially when she rolls over in the middle of the night and immediately draws my cock into her hot mouth.
I have to be honest, I wasn’t looking for anything more than a hookup when I saw her at VidCon New York, but when she turned me down—twice by the way—I did what I always tell my guys not to do.
I chased.
Fuck it, I’m not ashamed to admit it. And why should I be? Look over on the pillow next to me for shit’s sake—I have the hottest girl in the world lying next to me and my day hasn’t even started yet.
I leave her to sleep and pop a pod into my coffee maker. I’m a little sleepier than usual. Can’t imagine why. Could it be that all of my normal energy flew out of my cock last night and I don’t have any left? Possibly. But I also slept like shit.
Don’t get it twisted I was exhausted, but I kept waking up with my mind racing in a thousand different directions. My plans have plans at this point, and I just couldn’t sleep thinking of all the things I’ve been neglecting while I’ve been chasing. . . excuse me, that’s not a very alpha thing to say. . . while I was pursuing Shoshana this whole time.
I have appearances scheduled, vlogs that need to be made, vlogs that need to be edited, and more things to get to than I have time. Thank God I have James when shit gets log jammed like it is now. Not only is he a great friend, but he’s organized as hell. I’m the content guy, he’s my human calendar.
I shoot him a text.
Me: Shit to do. Discuss later.
James: I’m already on it, relax.
See, that’s why we’re boys. That and I love the guy. Just an added bonus, he’s helped me build a career around this whole YouTube thing.
“Nice, dick. I do all that crazy stuff last night and you can’t even make me a cup of coffee? See if I ever blow you again.”
I smile before I turn around. “Look, if it’s a matter of future blow jobs, I’ll start a fuckin’ coffee tree farm out back for you.”
“Ah, see, that’s more like it. The power of the hummer.”
“You think anyone actually calls it that?” I ask.
“Besides me two seconds ago?”
“Yeah.” I’m thinking about it now. “You think guys text their friends and are like ‘she gave me a hummer’?”
“Well you’re a guy, you tell